Losing the struggle against the drug

the once romantic magic carpet rug

soaring high above tick tocks

only to crash on life’s ocean rocks.

The drug, no respecter of person nor race.

You’ve lost;  work, family, and face.

Associations even congregations say you’re alright.

but you know the torture you sweated all night.

Life is not always a breeze

you are the sponge Satan loves to squeeze.

As you seek some help, pray.

While you rehab, pray.

Discover true friends and pray.

Watch God empty you and fill you.

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