Fallen From Grace

Crack pipes dreams
Heroin screams
A bottle your only friend

^^ Wow. That was an intense beginning, but it was perfect. I love how you start this off like a horror story. [After I read the whole thing through.] This was definitely my favorite stanza in the whole poem. I don't know it just sent chills down my spine when I read it.

A bed in the street
Soul incomplete
Forgotten
We can't comprehend

^^ I'm not sure why there's a bed in the street.. o.o Maybe she's homeless and so she has to sleep on the street and she's homeless because she spent all of her money on drugs. I liked how you put "Forgotten" in a line by itself, very effective.

Great idea for a poem. I know some people who are addicted to drugs so I can sort of relate I guess. Maybe not personally, but you get what I mean. >.< I hope.

Anyways, another wonderfully written poem.

Keep writing!
Cayce

Ooooo a really unusual topic but written about so well, I really liked the rhyme scheme in this one and the fact that you show how the people in the poem weren't always homeless but have become almost alien to the rest of the world. Favourite stanza:

"Fallen from grace
Not part of our race
Indifference becoming obscene"

Another 5/5

Em xXx

This is amazing. :) I loved it. 5/5