Overdosed Man Poem by Lois doyle

This overbearing ache scratches at him,
Ripping and tearing at his lost soul.
He gazes as the world tears off his limb.
Saving me from myself is his lone goal.

A broken sun awakens his dull self;
And a taunting moon sings his lullaby.
His happiness bleeding on a high shelf;
And unto me his broken wings rely.

I’ll see him and grin; he desires more.
The flower he amazes is dying;
Pain and suffering hang as our décor.
I say he’s only shattered; I’m lying.

Passionate fervent kindle leaks his mind;
‘Cause he saves me and gratefulness is blind