Next To You

A short poem about the loss of a friend due to drug use.

If I were a hero,
with the ability to save,
you'd be sitting next to me
wrapped up in my cape.

If I were a warrior,
had I the sharpest blade
you'd be sitting next to me,
all your demons slayed.

If I were a friend,
I would get you the help
you need,
and you'd be sitting next to me,
addiction free and clean.

I am no hero, or warrior.
much less am I a friend.
I wasn't sitting next to you,
when I should have been.

Wait with the angels,
while you are in their care.
I will be friend, hero and warrior
when I sit next to you there.

Author's Note

Every word in this poem has meaning, and was deeply felt.

Reviews

[sammy.sunshine]

I absolutely love this. I have felt similar feelings due to addiction losses.

[deeps]

Wait with the angels,
while you are in their care.
I will be friend, hero and warrior
when I sit next to you there.

I simply love this part. The whole write is amazing.
This stanza i really loved.

[Vanessa Eric]

I absolutely love this. Just like in your note 'every word in this poem has meaning, and was deeply felt'. I could feel the emotions portrayed in this poem. I'm sorry that you've lost your friend to drug abuse. Good job!