She sits on her bed laughing,
the drugs in her system embarking,
the poison inside her searching,
another day gone shes now crying.
An open door, a welcoming smile,
just for a friend she would walk a mile....
Scared and lying alone thinking, tormented,
seeking peace from her heart within,
but her body lies there lifeless..
birds out her window singing...
she just wanted was a touch of spring.
Esther Hadassah Sendeza
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-touch-of-spring/
