Doesn't Know to Be Saved

This is about one of my close friends who smokes weed a lot and I am very worried about him. I know he is slowly dying and have told him I am worried, but he just laughs at me and says I'm being stupid. I don't know my reaction if I hear that he is gone f

For I have worried about him for so long

Would it be worth it for him to see my tears?

The tears I shed in my sleep

My dreams.

Knowing that one day

He will be gone from here

All because he wouldn't listen

When I tried to save him from his enemy.

 

He says he's okay

When he knows I know that he is dying.

For I would hate to lose him

Cause people know my heart couldn't bear that

They know it isn't made of stone or steel

It is easily penetrable

Through times like these.

 

Times when he refuses to listen

To my helpful advice.

All because it is what he needs

But doesn't crave so dearly.

 

He is not afraid of death

And therefore, doesn't dare beg for life

Or anyone to save him.

 

He is alone

And doesn't know I am still here.

He won't understand my reaction

To his desicions.

 

But I nust let him be

Let him do what he wants

He knows I am scared for him

For that, he turns his head.

 

My tears must learn to stay strong

As I prepare my heart for the worst.

Hoping it is made of pure stone

This time around.

Reviews

[A]

Oh wow! I really like this poem. I sort of understand where you are coming from. My entire family smokes cigarettes and I have tried countless times to get them to quit. But what I have learned is that someone else can not make them quit...if they are going to quit it is because they made the decision themselves and they are ready to rid themselves of the habbit. I love how passionate you are towards your friend. I'm sure he realizes that. Hopefully everything works out for the best and not the worst. Stay strong :) Great poem! I really loved it :)