Lost Ones Poem by Lisa Stewart

In the quiet corners where laughter once played,
Echoes now linger, in the light that has strayed.
Ghosts of smiles, memories worn thin, Marking the absence, of what might have been.

The thief named Addiction, with silent tread,
Crept into our lives, leaving dreams dead.
It whispered to loved ones with a lethal lure,
Promising solace, yet never pure.

Tables set with one less chair, Reminders in the silence, of the hearts no longer there.
Photos capturing echoes of joy,
Now poignant relics of a girl or a boy.

Candles lit and prayers sent high,
In the hope that love reaches beyond the sky.
For those we've lost in the brutal fight, Whose days have dimmed, stolen by night.

Yet in this mourning, we seek to find, Strength in the bonds, addiction can't bind.
Together we stand, through tears and pain,
Honoring those gone, not in vain.

For every life shadowed, every bright flame snuffed,
We vow to remember, when the going gets tough.
In the fight against addiction, we hold up our light,
A beacon for the lost, in the darkest of night.