Enticing poppy,
an unwitting aid,
one vial of your blood
they kill to accrue.
I’ve never felt you
course deep through my veins
yet, my soul's tarnished,
family destroyed.
Damn you, sweet flower,
repossess your gift
that eats from within.
We’ve no want for the
paltry donation
encased in syringe.
5 comments:
very deep and all too common of a problem these days. Very good wording, a way to bring a problem to light!
Thanks so much, Cyndi! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Right up there with Shakespeare.
Wow. Just wow. Thank you, kind faceless stranger!
Rawr ;D
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