poem-spun

Shawn L. Bird

They can not see beyond the fog

that is all they seek.

Escape.

They fall altered into pharmaceutical

reality.

Mist like creeping mustard gas

poisons their future

stealing their hopes

ruining their dreams.

They fill their days

seeking nebulous security

altered beyond

recognition.

.

.

For those kids and their families battling with addiction who most need education and school supports to develop health and security.

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