Blossoms and Bubbles
Bubbles out the cloudy bong,
torpid girl, sings happy song,
Drug addiction, fells the fair,
flays the soul, with flaxen hair
Fiery liquid, bubbles on,
spoon’s dreams, blossom on
Absent friends, no help to find,
all now busy, with daily grind
In the night, when rain swift falls,
a friendly angel, stops and calls
Her darling hand and blossomed hair,
searches father in despair
Alas his searching comes too late,
and angels guided to her fate.
Rests the blossoms on her grave,
mischievous, rain bubbles, blithely wave
And here’s a life that spoke no ill;
needle’s death, so cruelly kill.
Written 30/03/2015 for "Blossoms and Bubbles" contest.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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