Looking at a life so full of unreleased talent.
Looking at all the promise held inside.
You were off to a good start and then gave up.
Was it a personal vendetta or of pride.
Makes no sense at all and there is nothing I can do.
It only makes me sad to have a somber view of you.
Not judging but only seeing all the dependencies within;
I remember your smile and happiness, recapture it again.
To lose a friend to drugs or alcohol is hard to go through;
Not giving up but want to get rid of this somber view of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem