She's lost and on a downward slope. <br />Falling fast, no safety rope. She is <br />twenty-one, but aged much more as <br />she walks down the hall and through <br />Hell's door <br />~ <br />She must get high but she is sinking low <br />Into the quicksand of drugs, that won't <br />let go. A junkie that's a dealers prize. <br />So hooked she cannot realize, the <br />Devil's advocate in disguise <br />~ <br />Now there she stands on the street once <br />more.Trying hard to make the perfect <br />score. One day she won't be coming back. <br />For the needles burn a one way track <br />~ <br />(She's lost) , without the drugs she cannot <br />cope and with them she forsakes all hope. <br />She has to let the Lord step in. All she needs <br />is faith in Him. He'll stand beside her, through <br />thick or thin. The Lord won't let - <br />the Devil win... <br /> <br />************************************************** <br />~TJW~<br /><br />Thad Wilk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-s-lost-4/
