Junkies have the biggest hearts
Because they feel.
The fix hits the soul
and naked backs lean dreamly
against wet cold walls
relief from the feel.
The feel of the lost hope
The love that won't love back
unless....
The disturbance of death.
and the world looks on
with pity and shame.
But a yearning heart feels no
such sting; and in a shameful
world a needle is a sure thing.
So my dreary head bows in reverence
for I am surrounded by saints.