This poem relates to my observations and emotional despair over many years of seeing people addicted to ICE. I see ICE as a vile drug that demonises people, moves their moral compass to do and say the unthinkable. You know that terrible feeling you have watching a movie and the person is going back in to the house and you know and the audience knows the killer is inside. You yell at the TV don't do it. I hope this poem reads as a cautionary tale.
