Fentanyl and All Grim Reapers on call
Fentanyl, and All
Grim Reapers, on call !!!
Dark days in the clutches of fentanyl,
have been your journey, your down fall !
Are you realizing the essence of its call ?
NOTHING will be left, NOTHING at all !
Many of your years, have been such a waste !,
as you reach out, towards an end, in such haste.
What is it, that we can do ?, for you,
to help you get past, to start anew.
It seems that there is but a sad view,
for us, who want to help you through.
That Beautiful little Girl !, who knew ?,
- what seeds ?, deep within, that grew
into this debilitating, destructive drug addiction -,
what it’d do to all who care, want your resurrection !
All we desire !, is for you to see the light !,
step out of the darkness, stand up and fight !
From drug addiction and death, take flight !
Look into a mirror, see, do what is right !
Help us all alleviate what is our fear !!!
Help us Daughter, help us my Dear !!!
B. J. “A ” 2
December 2nd 2015
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2015
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