Jun 2015
He fought the demons,
but he lost.
He found his way,
into the darkness.
He feared the outcome,
trying to get help.
He was pulled back,
into the dangerous world.
He lay still,
a fatal accident.
but he lost.
He found his way,
into the darkness.
He feared the outcome,
trying to get help.
He was pulled back,
into the dangerous world.
He lay still,
a fatal accident.
My uncle, age thirty, died of an accidental drug overdose. This was a little over a year ago, but I felt like I should share this. It's not my greatest poem, but it explains it. He started drugs at a very young age, he went to rehab but was pulled back in. Then he died from an accidental drug overdose. So if you really think drugs are 'harmless', please, think again.
