“Drug addiction”

A shadow stirs beneath the skin,  
Once whispers now a siren’s hymn,  
A tiny spark that kindles dark,  
And edges promise, worn and grim.  

The bottle’s glint, the needle’s gleam—  
A fleeting hush, a borrowed dream.  
Hope’s echo, caught in silent rooms,  
Where parents’ prayers and memories bloom.  

In alleys cold, on city streets,  
A thousand silent, hurrying feet  
Run searching for a faded light—  
The love and laughter lost to night.  

Yet every dawn, the sun will rise  
Above the ache behind the eyes.  
And hands will reach, and hearts will wait  
And build again at battered gate.  

For every soul that's lost and torn,  
A seed of healing may be born.  
Within the fight, the tears, the pain,  
Awaits a chance at hope again.

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