Settling Fumes Poem by Daniel Richards

The pills inside the bottle, comfort me
They give a veil for my disguise,
Effervescent anti-depressants
Telling me not to cry,
As the full moon says a prayer for me
I try I try to close my eyes

But the nights are my days and
And there here to remind me, of
All the things I’ve said and done
The blood the early graves, the deaths I’ve watched
Of two young ones, Dying aint much of a living,
But it’s nothing when your living feeling numb

Heroin cocaine and whiskey are calling me,
Whispering yes son, its time now for you to die
Relief now a toxicity pumping in my veins,
Shooting stars flying, my horse my reigns
Is it to late to ask for forgiveness’ for all I have done?
I think it is so ill carry on, hold back and help the young
I have wounds that will never heal but I’m not the only one

Dying aint much of a living,
But it’s nothing when you’re feeling numb
There are those who need some giving
So I'm staying to help the young