Drug Poem by April Humason

Lost in a rainbow's colorful allure,
She turned to cocaine, seeking a cure.
Life faded, her mind drenched in haze,
Insanity's grip, a relentless maze.

No more pain, just disdain she'd find,
Life in the fast lane, a twisted grind.
Vainly blaming Mary Jane for her strife,
Her grasp on reality slipped, life turned gray and rife.

Betrayed, nowhere to stay, no means to pay,
Evil's weight upon her, happiness astray.
Dying each day, entangled in despair,
She yearned to break away, find some solace rare.

But she seemed so far away, lost in her plight,
I find myself asking why I didn't make it right.
Watching her cry, I chose to zip on by,
Thinking I was wise, but truth in her goodbye.

I sigh now, remorseful for the chance I missed,
I was a wise guy, not giving her heart a twist.
If only I could go back, the past to retry,
I would not let her die, I would be her ally.