Laudanum

Going back through my poems, I wrote this (at least, I think so...and what I mean by that is that I have seizure disorder, and it messes with your memory because of the scarring it leaves on the brain) to illustrate the agony and episodes of periodic anger that loved ones experience (because they feel so helpless, and naturally, at times, that leads to lashing out) seeing addicts pick the drug over them (or so they feel).