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Wasted

He gave up his family.
She abandoned her kids.
He lost his profession.
She's on the skids.

He's just a shell now.
She's young, but looks old.
He's covered in sores.
She's always cold.

He lives just to score.
She walks the streets.
He orders by 'phone.
She barely eats.

He once shone in the city.
She, a model, real class.
He's now a drop out.
She's just a brass.

He had great prospects.
She was rich, never broke.
He's haunted by a morning,
when she never woke.

 





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Written February 23rd, 2006

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  • Lj-
    January 7, 2007
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    This was great!

    I was so not expecting that last line!

    I really liked how you kind of compared the man and the women throughout each stanza.


    Thank you for your entry.

    Good luck!


  • annamoy
    August 21, 2006
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    You asked about the background - something to do with "chasing the dragon" I suppose!!

    Ann

  • annamoy
    August 21, 2006
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    Thanks for reading and comments

    Ann


  • annamoy
    August 21, 2006
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    Thanks for reading, I was thinking more of heroin, not that I know a great deal about drugs, only what I've read really.

    Ann


  • SeeInBlackAndWhite
    August 20, 2006
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    Great poem its very realistic paints a picture i found these 2 verses ecspecially stricking...

    He had great prospects.
    She was rich, never broke.
    He's haunted by that morning,
    when she never woke.


    He gave up his family.
    She abandoned her kids.
    He lost his profession.
    She's on the skids.


    Thanx for entering good luck!

    Ginny

  • Thedragonisgone
    August 20, 2006
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    Whoa! Love the background - how does it relate to the piece - interested in your answer. Your poem is true-ism. It reminded me of crystal-meth. It steals everything you've ever loved...probably other drugs do the same - which did you have in mind?
    Good luck in the contest. take care.


  • annamoy
    March 1, 2006
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    Thanks, I suppose the subject is a bit grim but a sad fact of life, although I believe more people die from alcohol abuse than drugs - it just takes longer!


  • honey bear
    March 1, 2006
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    very good

    oh i dont like this as it is too real ! but that goes to show that it is a very good write, keep up the good work.

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