disabled
my Henry was a drug addict.
He ate his little pills
i’d ask, “What is wrong with you?”
he’d say he was only ill
my Henry was a comic
funniest ever met
his silly laugh,
something I won’t forget
my Henry was a poet,
writing verses blue
although he did not graduate,
his soul ran deep and true
i loved my Henry,
stupid girl
i loved him…so i thought
Henry?
he loved opioids
And, for that,
i too was caught
…
A newly discovered dead man
exumed before my eyes,
thinking i found true love,
our hearts, woven
with his lies.
the mighty truth
swung its bat,
bashing through my skull,
leaving me the pieces
discolored.
jagged.
dull.
my eyelids were sewn shut
stitches ripped off fast.
acid burns my stomach now.
through my throat
no air can pass.
Tear banks, two heavyweights,
fighting for lifeless eyes,
draining all emotion
For, i’ve wept the thousand cries.
Here i sit, immobile.
limp. yellow. shell.
shackled by tears sobbed,
i’m drowning in his Hell!
Henry was lost to heroin.
On a sponge, set out to sea
And because i loved this addict,
disabled i will be.
Might As Well Live 