Down The Dark Alley

By Barak KH Hrohlu

My body ached in eager anticipation,

As I picked up the poison it craved;

This was now my only infatuation,

To pleasure myself with means depraved.

I lost interest in my daily dealings,

Most work had become a boring chore.

I could barely recall my old feelings,

The older days when I could still adore.

My life had lost its shining light,

Replaced by a rotting, growing mess,

And now the only dim glow in sight

Was the stimulants’ soft caress.

As I fell deeper in this hole I dug,

I felt only sorrow and regret.

And now, I am but out of luck,

For my fate had already been set.

I slowly succumb to my wound,

In both mind and body together;

Hoping I would find my peace soon,

Dreaming of places that seem better.

By Barak KH Hrohlu