Genevieve, Homeless, Living In A Dirty Alley, Dying Alone. Her Story. Poetry Included.

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Silence thickens the putrid, stagnant, night air

Genevieve was an only child living in the suburbs in a modest brick house with a white picket fence in St. Louis, Missouri.

She was an above average student with a host of neighborhood friends. Her mother Ruth was a nurse. Her father worked for the Briggs oil company. Their life was good. They attended The First Baptist Church near by.

Genevieve was popular and active in school activities. Her parents, members of the PTA.

Life was good until that fateful day when both parents were killed instantly in a head-on collision on I 55. Genevieve had spent the weekend with her friend Amy while her parents had traveled to the city on business and to take in a show.

She was eighteen and had just graduated from high school. The only good thing remaining in her life was money. It seemed both parents had purchased life insurance, enough that she would never hurt for anything.

She stayed around home for a year, always planning on going to college, but she was restless and wanted to see the big city. Maybe she would enroll in The St. Louis University? She wasn't sure.

She drove her Honda CRV packed with clothing and some special keepsakes her mother had given her through the years.

When Genevieve arrived she went to the YMCA where they had apartments located next door. She joined and rented a two bedroom on the first floor. She was so very unsure what she was looking for. Her life changed overnight after her parents' death. She was so restless and depressed.

One evening as she stepped out of her apartment she almost ran over an older man coming out of his apartment next door. She apologized for stepping on his feet. He laughed and told her, " No harm done and he was glad to meet her. " They struck up a conversation and she felt at ease, the first time in quite awhile. He told her his name was Richard and he was sixty-five years old and retired.

They were enjoying a movie on TV in his apartment when he asked her if she'd ever done any drugs? She told him " No not ever " He then said that she seemed depressed, and he had something to make her feel better. When he showed her a syringe, she said, " An injection, haven't you got a pill? " He told her that this was much faster and better.

From the first injection, she was hooked! She began to roam the streets, forever looking for the next fix. Soon her money was gone and so was her friend Richard. She ended up in a district where the dirty alleys welcomed all who needed a home.

Silence thickens the putrid, stagnant, night air

Genevieve's young voice muffled, life taken without a care

Her unspoken words would open truths best left unsaid

The hopelessness of awakening the unmoving dead

To roam the earth unfulfilled, undone

Best to let lie, coffin closed, no witness to smoking gun

Her spirit atoned, yet remains incomplete

Her life ended on a dirty back alley street

He used her until there was nothing left to take

Her searching for peace away from the promised fire and brimstone lake

Innocence lost when she was just nineteen

Her friend was never charged, a man held in high esteem

Today he treads slowly, crippled, aged and full of disdain

He cheats death daily, refusing to go there, fearing the excruciating pain

Reliving the dreadful deed, feeling remorse but unable to find any inward relief

Bedridden, sipping from a straw, the Grim reaper waiting, enjoying the painful grief.

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marcoujor 2 months ago from Jeffersonville PA

Oh Ruby,

A tragic and way too realistic story reminding us that 'there but for the grace of God goes I'...

Exquisite blend of prose and poetry - your range is staggering.

Love you and hugs, mar


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always exploring 2 months ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Mar. I agree my friend. It could happen to anyone who gets lost along the way. Your staggering comment touches me. Thank you.

Love you and lots of grateful hugs..


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Ericdierker 2 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

This is a great one Ruby. Down and dirty. You did a trick on me -- I was about to complain about something -- how petty.

Thank you.


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always exploring 2 months ago from Southern Illinois Author

Thank you Eric. It's so easy to complain when life is not perfect. We're all human. Addictions are cruel and so many suffer.

Cheers my preacher friend...


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Shyron E Shenko 2 months ago

Ruby, my gem of a friend

What a sad way to meet an end

On the streets without a friend

Leading her astray

Someday he will have to pay

For the evil done to her that day

And the street littered with bodies along the way

With all hope and dignity gone away

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You my dear friend are an awesome writer.

Blessings and Hugs


William Holland 2 months ago

All to real....all too heartbreaking....homelessness sickens me, Ruby, and I'm so tired of the American public and their attitude towards it. Thank you for raising awareness about it.


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always exploring 2 months ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Shyron. We used to think that only the cities had homeless people, not true any more. I live in a small town, 500 people and we feed people here everyday. The same with drugs. I live 48 miles from a city, two young people died last week from an overdose of injected heroin, it's being laced with a drug named fentanyl . Thank you for the beautiful poem.

Blessings and hugs.


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clivewilliams 2 months ago from Nibiru

aahhhh...no words


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Dana Tate 2 months ago from LOS ANGELES

To see someone struggling with an addiction is very painful. They stop chasing dreams and began to chase their next fix. Its a sad existence for someone who comes into the world full of promise and then dies broken.


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always exploring 2 months ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hi Bill. I was inspired to write this piece because two young people died last week from an overdose of heroine laced with fentanyl. This happened just 48 miles from me. I am seeing more and more homeless people on the street, such a D shame. Thank you so much...


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always exploring 2 months ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hi Clive. I can understand ' no words ' Thanks for coming to read.


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clivewilliams 2 months ago from Nibiru

it is a pleasure always exploring


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always exploring 2 months ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Dana. I guess there's nothing as strong as an addiction. It consumes every waking moment. I worked in a hospital on the unit where addicts come for help. I spent hours talking and listening about their struggle. I found one young man outside with his head in a paper sack, he had passed out sniffing glue. I really don't think we can really understand the need unless we've been there. From what I understood, they didn't want it, they needed it and would go to any lengths to get it. Thank you much for coming to read and comment...


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always exploring 2 months ago from Southern Illinois Author

Thanks again Clive. I am always happy to see you on my page. Take care.


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Faith Reaper 2 months ago from southern USA

Dear Ruby,

This is phenomenal writing as to the loss of innocence to the one who comes to kill, steal and destroy by whatever means he can. Addiction is a disease that consumes one's whole being to where the only thing that matters is that next fix or high.

Those who cause another one to stumble will one day pay.

A heartbreaking reality far too often. My hope and prayer is that all those who are lost along the way for whatever reason, God places someone in their lives who will show them love and compassion as God would, and keep the "others" far from them.

(((Hugs)))


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bravewarrior 2 months ago from Central Florida

What a sad story, Ruby. Although tragic, the poem was a nice way to end the story.


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manatita44 2 months ago from london

Wow! Ruby. Tough one. Are you sure Marvin Gaye goes with this one? Except perhaps his story ended sad, too.

The poem was poignant, real....a need to wake up for some of us. Life!! So painful sometimes. Today, in real life, MR B came to us with lots of probs. He was so on edge...lots happened and he went away without the surgery. felt so sad. So much pain for some. Great poetry!!


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always exploring 2 months ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Theresa. Heroine use is growing by leaps and bounds around the country. Just last week two teenagers died of an overdose close to where I live. I think addictions are on the rise from insecurity. The world is a dangerous place and many young people do drugs to escape reality. I share your hope for any and all who struggle with addictions. Thanks so much. I appreciate you.

Hugs...


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always exploring 2 months ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Shauna. The story is tragic but happening in my state. There's at least one or two who die of an overdose of heroine that's laced with fentanyl on the local nightly news. I'm happy you liked my poetry. Thank you.

Hugs.


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mckbirdbks 2 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Hello Ruby - You have penned a gripping story. It is filled with pain and greed and lust. It is easy to lose ones way; you outline that well here. The blend of story and poetry went very well.


teaches12345 2 months ago

It is too simple and easy to get hooked on drugs. Your story is so true to life and I hope it helps someone to think about the consequences.


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always exploring 2 months ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hi Manatita. I'm running late again. I couldn't find the right song for this piece, so I went with Marvin since he had problems with drugs. Thanks for coming by.


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always exploring 2 months ago from Southern Illinois Author

Thank you Mike. This happens daily somewhere. Glad you liked it.


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always exploring 2 months ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello teaches. There seems to be an epidemic in Evansville, In., which is about 48 miles from me. The kids have no idea how deadly heroine is. I hope this might help someone who is thinking about going down that path. Thank you....


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Nadine May 2 months ago from Cape Town, Western Cape, South Africa

Yes one moment life is good and suddenly it can take a dive and then people are vulnerable.


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always exploring 2 months ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Nadine. Yes it can happen to anyone. We tend to think it only happens to the poor or the underprivileged, not true. Fifteen young people have died this past week in a larger city just 48 miles from me and they were from all demographics. Thank you for coming to read and comment...

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