Tammy, Tammy took a whammy
From the meth she took
She liked to slammy
Needle in her bruised vein
To ease childhood pain
She sought to slay a dragon
She left in the back of a wagon
I could try.
I could cry.
But my pain would be in vain
Mostly our demons reside in our heads
We alone have the power to put them in their beds
I cannot save someone from themselves.
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Loss brings pain and cry. Pain remains in vein. Very wisely penned poem is shared here.10