My Youngest Daughter's Demon Poem by chris schwartz

Burnt out
Spun out
Torn in sixteen
Different ways
Takes it out
On the ones
She loves
Like a hurricane
Ravaged
Until there's nothing
Left
To rebuild
Nothing left
To replace
Her cries
Except

The heart of a mother
Bleeds internally
For her daughter
Meth is holding her hand
And momma,
You can't understand.
Build the wall
Hoping she'll come
Around,
And preparing yourself
For the morning
She might be found.
Lord help me, she's awake.
Maybe you can save her.
Maybe you can
Hold her, very tight,
Let her know,
Everything will be Alright.
Maybe she will find
Her fairy tale
Even if she doesn't
She'll pull through
Strong enough to
Prevail
Baby, don't give in
To the drugs
Of a stranger.

Momma tried hard
Pillows filled with tears
You didn't know about
Wept of silent nights
You didn't cry about
Because you were
Strung out
She always hoped you'd find
Your way.
She loves you
Anyway.
Then nighttime falls
Restless
With the answer
Of the Sunrise.
Meth is cancer,
Disguised.