James Marshall Goff Poet Free verse

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She died of an overdose
Heroin, like spiderwebs
Separating millions of core-nerves

From reality-living neutral
Until coals revive blanc

Sorrows, child left behind
Awaiting distress

I found her flower etched
Jeans, in my office

I threw them into the trash
Her beauty crushed

What could have become?
 
What could have

                                     Become?
12/03/11

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Anne-Lise Andresen December 14, 2011 at 11:16 AM Sad,story James.Life is not always good. Bless you.OXOX Love from Norway and Anne-Lise

Elizabeth Wesley December 7, 2011 at 6:42 PM The story of a life in so few lines and yet the whole picture is alive. A gift my friend, a wonderful write!

Kash Poet December 6, 2011 at 7:51 AM A sad write here James.Thanks for visiting and commenting at my poem.

Wilma Neels December 5, 2011 at 9:11 PM A sad reality, if only they realised the impact their addiction has on the ones left behind.. So many can relate to this Jimbo... Hope the week ahead will be a good one ;-) tc Wilma