fragile bodies succumb to the toll
of a substance that robbed their soul
stole all the heart's hope
the minds ability to cope
slowly eating away the mind
leaving an empty shell behind
this substance has no name
excuses are always the same
Momma you know I'm clean
push it and they get mean
they make a call and then leave
all the mother can do is greave
she knows it's only a matter of time
hope it is cops and not some crime
that takes her child
that was once sweet and not wild
there's a knock on the door
she falls on the floor
uniform and somber look
was all it took
words unnecessary, she just knew
a mother's nightmare came true
fragile bodies succumb to the toll
substance abuse claims another soul
dedicated to my bother Alvin. My niece Jackie. And my friend Toni.
copyright 12-16-10 huey horton (hippiepoet69)
Comments
HP
the sad truth of drug abuse affects us all in our families.
This is well written, with a lot of imagery, that is not always pleasant, but rather sad.
Two things, if your not adverse to a little critic;
"she knows it only a matter of time" (she knows it's only a matter of time)
"there 'a knock on the door" (there's a knock on the door)
I think that it's what happens to all of us, run away fingers.The mind moving faster than the hands because it's caught in the moment
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thanks for sharing such a private story of pain and loss.
Always Eddie
Thanks Eduardo
I will correct those mistake. I greatlt apreciate the time poeple take to critric my work. My brother would have been 47 yesterday. At one time my brother had anything but a fragele body. He was a minature Conan. Jackie and Toni's lives were half over at the age of 18. My mother and Toni's mother's didn't live to see the out come. But they knew. Thanks and take Care. huey
Thanks Shirl
I wish I was better at writting funny poems like you. But this is what I write best. It doesn't matter if it is street drugs or abuse of prescription drugs. Or drinking too much. Or even smoking can bring hardship to a family. How many family strugle to pay rent. But yet both parents buys cigarattes. Thanks and Take Care. huey
PS I did drugs like purple haze back in the days. And in latter days did the bars twise a week. And smoked those left handed cigarattes. And unlike Clinton, I did inhale. The last I bought I raised hell because they raised the price. To twelve cents ($12.00) for 4 fingers (once). Thatwas when I was young dumb and full of UH! UH! of RUM
Hi! Shirl
I would have more bad habits if I could only afford them. Holly is the only habit I can't kick. Well maybe my computer. Keep writing your funny poems. Take Care. huey
How terrible sad Huey, and
How terrible sad Huey, and thanks for your comment to Shirl Made me smile out loud.
~A
Thanks Kailashana
It's a shame people throw thier lives away. I just hope thier children break the cycle. I know my brother's daughter will. I pray they all do.
And for Adam and Eve goes. I'm still working on my family tree. I know they will be down at the root somewhere. Take Care. huey
fragile
Drugs are the bane of modern society. The money involved may lead to as many deaths as their use. I have no answer to this plague but enjoyed your poem of consequences.........................scribbler
Thanks Stan
My brother died two hours after getting a new prescription. It was not an overdose. His heart gave out. But he was in the shape he was in because of his drinking and drug use. And just general abuse of his body. He braged about falling off a high roof of a house because he was hung over. Grab a bundle of shingle and climb back up the ladder. I have seen him do stuff like that. I could still run down ladders in my forty's. Never did it high or drunk and never fell. Now most days I loose balance just walking. Youth is wasted on the young. Take Care. huey