A rhyming poem in memory of my brother, who died from a drug overdose on painkillers.


No Goodbyes

It was that wicked drug,

Not some contagious bug,

That caused a goodbye without a hug.



We certainly cried when you died,

And our tears eventually just dried,

Because your potential to shine was denied.



Even though you are dead,

A fact that we all dread,

After knowing what life you have led,

And every battle that caused bloodshed,

We are confident for what is ahead.



Poetry by Survivor48
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Written on 2016-06-29 at 04:25

Tags Spiritual  Inspirational  Poem 

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. It must have been so hard for you. When people go suddenly it is such a great loss.
2016-06-29