Street Junkie

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A street junkie, lost and alone

His mind consumed by drugs unknown

His eyes once bright, now dull and glazed

His hopes and dreams, now all erased

His life a puzzle, shattered and broken

His heart, an ember no longer glowing

In alleys and streets, he roams in despair

With no one to love, no one to care

The world looks down on him with disdain

As if he were a thing to be restrained

But none can fathom the pain he endures

Or the depths of his soul, which none assures

He once had a family, a home and a life

But now his existence withers like a dried up leaf

In the darkness, he seeks refuge from his plight

With no hope of a dawn, just the perpetual night

Oh, street junkie, my heart weeps for thee

May your wounds heal, and may you be set free

From the chains of addiction and the coldness of the world

May you find peace and love, like a banner unfurled.

Street Junkie | Ecency