Dead at 14

Dead at 14

A Poem by Randy Johnson
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EVEN THOUGH THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM, CRACK REALLY IS A VERY DANGEROUS DRUG. IT CAN KILL.

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Two years ago my son died from smoking Crack.

He's gone forever and nothing can bring him back.

He said he had a problem that he thought he should mention.

But I was too busy making money to pay any attention.

I was greedy and now my only son is gone.
I failed him as a father, how can I go on?

My boy was only fourteen years old when he died.

I should've been there for him but I never even tried.

His death ruined my life and it ended my marriage as well.

Now as I sit by his grave, I cry because my life is pure hell.

Please trust me when I say that Crack is something you shouldn't try.

It's a very dangerous drug and if you use it, you may die.

© 2014 Randy Johnson


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Added on May 31, 2014
Last Updated on May 31, 2014
Tags: Death, Demise, Drug, Father, Son

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Randy Johnson
Randy Johnson

TN



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I was born in Middlesboro, Kentucky on August 20, 1971. I've lived in East Tennessee since 1973. My hobbies are writing and drawing. more..

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