Unheard Plea
She could bring sunlight to the darkness
Warmth to the cold
Joy to the sorrowful
The inner child to the old
She had such a passion for life
Viewed through positive eyes
Not perfect by any means
She had lows and highs
After colliding with trauma ….she lost her way
Addictions mighty grip took hold
Desperate, alone and homeless
No more living a life of gold
“Help me” ,she managed to whisper
As she lay in pain and harm
Not a soul heard her desperate plea
As she died with a dirty needle in her arm
Copyright © Deb M | Year Posted 2024
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