Another Younger One Has Gone Poem by Daniel Richards

She empties the bottle of 5 or 6 pills, dropp the bottle slip the lid
She clasps the little blues, and loves the way she swings high her fingers tips
Too her mouth at the speed of sound, she loves the way they hit her lips
The impact is bitter the swallow is smooth but she knows yes she knows

But all it would take to save this poor one, is one ear to hear the fear of a child trauma never released but held fast, her first day was the hardest her last the easiest of all
Fallen from the social page, too far for a 999 call

She grasp’s the box as she swigs from the whisky jar, hitting home, flashing lights coming in and out from everywhere, confidence erupts euphoria climbs, but she knows, yes I think she knows, she has no care, the pain inside is to much to bare, so the box, the blue pills, yes she knows the benzo’s close a whole but it remains with a stare

But all it would take to save this poor one, is one ear to hear the fear of a child trauma never released but held fast, her first day was the hardest her last the easiest of all
Fallen from the social page, too far for a 999 call

All she wants is to dance relax trip than trance, hypnotised lost among the many stares, perspiration increase heart race’s then slows, I think she knows yes now she knows, feeling invisible numb to those around, the same that covered the dust and earth, when the her death arrived it gave her, her only wish,
Yes she knew she knew
rebirth was due