Shannon Brown
Jul 22, 2017 · 1 min read

Pre-Relapse

By: Shannon Brown

The hurt,

The anger,

The betrayal,

All the dirt that she flung?

She went back to him.

He’s no better than the drug.

I fought,

I tried,

I dug in so hard.

But she thought,

She cried,

She gave it no time.

You may as well call this

The pre-relapse.

Because with a boy like him,

One with no class,

Just give it time.

A relapse will come.

But don’t cry, don’t ask,

Please be aware.

Her heart can’t, and won’t

withstand One more tear.

Shannon Brown

Written by

I’m 20, and married, with a beautiful little girl. I use poetry and writing as an outlet. My dream is that someone will read one of my pieces and understand.

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