She lays beneath
Her carpet green
A bed of grass
Sunshines gleam
Warms the earth
Which comforts her
At peace at last
No longer a care.
No princess no
Her hazel eyes
No longer open
No longer wide
To see the world
Free of drugs
Time now frozen
This blanket hugs.
Tight about
Her wistful soul
The young woman
Who will not grow old
Flowers laid
Some warm kind words
Another victim
As if life cared.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The epidemic of young drugs deaths, those at the top of society its a tragedy, those at the bottom ? Just another druggie, we were all babies, children, brothers sisters , sons and daughters
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This poem draws attention to the problem and one has to ask, what is it about life that is so unpleasant that one has to numb it or enhance it to make it worth living. Well written.
thanking you, much appreciated,
You are most welcome
This is a really moving piece. The imagery of the earth as a green carpet and a blanket is both tender and heartbreaking. It captures the peace of rest while reminding us of the tragedy that led there. The shift from warmth and comfort to the stark reality of drugs and a life cut short is powerful. The closing lines, especially ‘another victim / as if life cared,’ leave a bitter echo that lingers. Thank you for sharing something so raw and honest. 🕊️🙏
most kind, thanking you and very much appreciated
most welcome, dear friend 🕊️🙏
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