Fading Embers Poem by April Humason

I'm at the edge, the end of my rope,
A slippery slope, where shadows elope,
Lost, unable to cope, my fears evoke,
In this cyclone I've created, I grope.

Drugs, a dangerous dance, I embrace,
Their venomous trance, my soul they chase,
In one glance, they steal my grace,
My life's a dance, an addictive embrace.

No hug, no kiss, can heal this heart,
An insatiable abyss, tearing me apart,
My soul's in a twist, emotions chart,
Enduring in this darkness, I'm out of my chart.

In heartbreak's realm, I dwell,
Caught in a whelm, under its spell,
My soul, overwhelmed, begins to quell,
A fading ember, where once it used to swell.

Vanishing slowly, the veil of death nears,
The light grows low, as darkness appears,
The path unclear, leading to fears,
Towards the abyss, where my hope clears.

With every hit, I fade away,
In shadows, I sit, as night turns to day,
On this lonely trip, I silently pray,
For redemption's grip, to lead my way.