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Locked in a Substance

(another poem ages later, like , comment, , share, this is an extended version)
One needle prick to ruin your life,
one breath closer to not breathing,
one puff closer to death.
It takes once to make it twice.
Stop for the better,
Start in vain,
End in pain.
The feeling, is it worth the loss?
Numbing the ocean of hazard,
To bring on a tsunami of loss.
Powders, rolls and syringes,
to jam life's hinges.
One time can lead to one hundred,
Because one breath is all it takes, to be locked in a substance.

Decisions can destroy,
Families and lives,
Substances have left only ashes behind.
It doesn't take a long time to make bad habits,
It takes time to break them.
They promise peace in the darkness,
But they end in bloodshed,
Never in happiness.
The first time, 
will end in craving and obssession.
The substance wafts around
waiting for its next prisoners.
Its a red target on your back,
waiting to strike.
Because one wrong decision,
will get you locked in a substance,
Squirming to get away.

By thelazywriter....do share

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