Behind The Shops by Ian Lewis Copestick

I walk the graffitied, dead-end streets
Behind the shops, where the drug kids meet
To drink weak beer, and smoke super-strength weed
There are no jobs, so they sell drugs
Tiny pieces of crack and smack to the mugs
Whose lives are  sadly, totally controlled by need

I go to the shop for cigarettes
The only addiction I have left
But seeing them has me thinking of the past
When my skin was an ashy-grey
And scoring was the only  important part of my day
I try not to think, it can sneak up on you fast

I still feel a kinship with the lost souls
Whose lives have been put on hold
When you’re an addict, there’s just one thing on your mind
But, I wouldn’t trade places for a million bucks
Every day, I think back and I thank both God, and luck
That I’ve left my drug problems behind

Bio: Ian Lewis Copestick is a 47 year old writer from Stoke on Trent England.
Although he started writing poetry in 2001, he only started sending them out for publication 8 months ago. In this time he has had over 100 poems and 5 short stories published. He is featured in print anthologies by Alien Buddha Press and Horror Sleaze Trash. His first book Detritus Of The Drunken Night is OUT NOW, published by Cajun Mutt Press.
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