Blood
I bled for you
lies I said for you
Truth I force fed to you
Red leaves stains
Language I took from you
Money I shock from you
white dust had hold of you
Little remains
Sweat
I'm ringing wet
Things that you forget
Now you have regrets
White ringed tides
Kind I cannot be
Cruel will set you free
Son, please stop and see
My love abides
Tears
That I have wept
Nights I haven't slept
Mornings when you crept
Home again
I've done all I can
You are your own man
Need me, here I am
Heal your pain
Tears, sweet, blood will pour
I will mop the floor
You're worth fighting for
Please come back
Be the son I knew
Back with worries few
Where only hope once grew
Before the 'Crack'
the voice of the parents! very disturbing! Well written poem!
Very heartfelt and moving write - drugs are the curse of our times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
something all parents dread, these days. Until I found your note I was really feeling for you.