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.