watched you.
You were spinning wildly
All summer you gave your days away,
a pill popped here,
a little bit of fun dropped there.
Your friends encouraged you,
laughing, playing connect the dots
with the track marks on your arms.
And in the fading autumn sunlight
I called out
but my words fell
like dying leaves around you.
Your friends,
high on life and other,
danced rainbow patterns with you.
I couldn't join your circle.
Last night
I dreamt of you.
In this dream
I stood over your open grave.
Your friends were there,
they tossed porcelain rose petals
upon your casket, and laughed
as the petals broke.
Even now I'm afraid,
frightened your mad dance will end
and all you will have left
is a handful of glass.
WILFRED JOHN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-words-fell/
