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February 1, 2021


A Poem, a story, something to read!

Remember, no such thing as safe drugs in the streets

Dealers cutting product with fentanyl ‘cause it’s cheap

100 times stronger than morphine, one dose will put you to sleep

Not talking counting sheep

Real power, 6 ODs in an hour.

Being found in weed, pills, and powder

New fad. Coroner coming to zip you up in a body bag.

Four deaths in a month really sad. 

Kids left with no mom or dad, all because the dope they got was bad

Addiction, an epidemic the black market is glad to have

Streets not a game. Chew you up, spit you out if you’re lucky.

Many people die getting high, just trying to feel normal.

Prison not the answer, but need for more rehab centers.

So I looked at my own situation I was facing

Waking every day like I was in the movie Groundhog Day

Always the same, mentally drained, suffering chronic pain

Let me be the first to say, I’m an addict

Understand the hesitation in prescribing narcotics

So, forced to go see the street doctor. No degree, but have what I need

I plead

Dear God, please don’t be fentanyl in these pills I receive

No labels or warning, next round could be fatal

Talking two extra grains, the size of salt at your kitchen table

Call in an OD. Coroner records another fatality

A young girl, age sixteen

Solutions needed. Funerals continuously being repeated

Takes one line, one innocent looking line

Another family left behind, crying a river of pain

Drowning in regret

Death’s never had no respect.

Article written by 
Brian Wells