In a world full of people,
Filled with hope.
In a world full of needles,
Filled with dope.
Hope dies when a mother
Sees her son as a different color
Lifeless in his bed, undercover
Like his habit, now discovered
And she has another
A tiny boy, a little brother
By her feet, his eyes are covered
He shakes, and convulses
Mom cries, there are no pulses
He was dead at least all day.
That’s what the medics say.
He wanted to stay
While they went on vacation.
They missed him for the whole duration.
Excited on the drive back home
Didn’t know they’d be left alone.
In a world full of people,
Filled with dope.
In a world full of needles,
Filled with hope.
2 comments
I like the way you switched the first and last parts around; it ends up being the needle that was “full of hope”.
Tragic and poignant; well-written.
It’s good to see you still around Cordless…. I hope all is going well.