It was that wicked drug,
Not some contagious bug,
That caused a goodbye without a hug.
We certainly cried when you died,
And our tears eventually just dried,
Because your potential to shine was denied.
Even though you are dead,
A fact that we all dread,
After knowing what life you have led,
And every battle that caused bloodshed,
We are confident for what is ahead.
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Author:
Survivor48 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: About my decreased brother, who died from an overdose on painkillers.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
WELCOME FRIEND - A very very powerful opening poem. Beautifully crafted but the most painful of subjects "The untimely death of a loved one". Drugs are indeed a curse and I like the optimism in the final line. "We are confident ~ for what is ahead". I can empathise because I have had Friends pass into eternity due to an overdose. I thank God my Brother and Sister are still with us and the pain in your poem has made me treasure them even more. Thanks for caring - BRIAN
thank you for those kinds words!
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