Kids With Drugs-2

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Kids with drugs,

it's like their

being ripped apart

by blades of a knife.


They slowly die

from their wounds.

Their souls drain

like blood from

torn vessels.


Their lives end.

Maybe not today

maybe not tomorrow,

but they eventually do.

Do we even try

to make it stop?


Just getting by,

pretending nothing

can be done.

Have we lost sight?


◄ The Sea

Someone has stolen my poem ►


<Deleted User> (10123)

Sun 29th Apr 2012 10:51

hi SS,
this is fuller than previous. a grand piece of work. Your 'drugs as blades of a knife' is inspired. Their 'souls drain' is gently played drama that sends the reader's mind racing! And if that's not enough in a short poem, you've given us two questions to ponder. Yes a nice piece to chew on. Ta muchly, Nick.

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nick armbrister

Sat 28th Apr 2012 23:31

stunning poem Shirley and sadly so very true.

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