Overdosed. Poem by Noel Potter

In the stillness of the night,
Uncertainty grips tight,
Pain pills, meth, and heroin,
Silent killers of kin.

Fentanyl whispers sweet lies,
As loved ones slowly die,
The body, worn and bruised,
From drugs constantly abused.

Waking up to the harsh truth,
Of lives lost in their youth,
The fight they couldn't win,
Against the demons within.

So we mourn the ones we've lost,
Their lives now but a cost,
To the grip of addiction's hold,
Leaving us feeling cold.

In the darkness, we reflect,
On the paths we neglect,
And the choices we make,
For our own sake.