Losing my friend

Losing my friend

A Poem by The High Poet
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This poem I just wrote, had some stuff I need to get out. I tried to write about me from outside my self. Hope you like it.

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Friend

 

Losing my friend

Losing another friend to that drug

It steals his life, like insane thug

Spending his money on snap, crackle and pop

All his friends and family wish he would stop

But his drug has its claws dug in

Squeezing so tight, he can no longer grin

I miss the man he used to be

He was my best friend just him and me

Now I am left not knowing what to do

I have already put on the other shoe

But it is up to him too reach out

Grab the line I scream and shout

He continues to sink to my dismay

I am just going to wait for the day

The day when he hits rock bottom

Wish my life would have taught him

 

© 2010 The High Poet


Author's Note

The High Poet
I wrote this piece about myself, I am the friend that is lost. Or at least I was up until 3 years ago when I cleaned up. I tried to imagine what it would be like on the other side looking in. Thanks to everyone for the great feedback.

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This is so heartfelt but definitely sad. It flows wonderfully and touches me very much.

I have been fortunate to have had friends who were able to get out of their drug habits. However, my two youngest siblings are still minors and are subject to my father's abusiveness. My sister often keeps in contact with me and often mentions how much she envies my not having to live with him. I guess it's sort of still watching a good person suffer, but I'm aware it's not exactly the same as someone being stuck in drug abuse.

A beautifully written honest piece of work. Awesome job!

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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This is so heartfelt but definitely sad. It flows wonderfully and touches me very much.

I have been fortunate to have had friends who were able to get out of their drug habits. However, my two youngest siblings are still minors and are subject to my father's abusiveness. My sister often keeps in contact with me and often mentions how much she envies my not having to live with him. I guess it's sort of still watching a good person suffer, but I'm aware it's not exactly the same as someone being stuck in drug abuse.

A beautifully written honest piece of work. Awesome job!

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I would love to know what you think. Also I would like to hear any stories about a friend or family member coming back from the abyss.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Guelph, Guelph, Canada



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