About the Poem
This is probably one of the first poems that I ever wrote, but it isn't until now that I find it in me to share it with others. Over the years I have lost a number of friends to drugs whether they have died literally or just mentally. This poem was written for all of those that I wish would come back to "life" and would realize that there is so much more out there to live for.
My Dearest Drug Friend
|by Heather Lank
|My dearest drug friend caught up in your trip,
Holding on tightly but still losing your grip.
My dearest drug friend passed out on the floor,
Full of insanity but still searching for more.
My dearest drug friend so messed in the mind,
Leaving the life you once had behind.
My dearest drug friend craving your coke,
Blinded by powder and chemical smoke.
My dearest drug friend you're slipping away,
If only you'd stop this damaging way.
My dearest drug friend hold on to your life,
Put down your gun and your blood-shedding knife.
My dearest drug friend stop selling your soul,
Stop playing with needles and paying the toll.
My dearest drug friend you're giving it all,
To drugs you'll bow down, to drugs you will fall.
My dearest drug friend you've chosen to die,
You gave drugs your life and that makes me cry.