Topic: an empty bed
i have no sympathy for drug addicts or even for occasional users, as i believe that any kind of drug abuse will lead to heavier use and possibly addiction to stronger and more dangerous drugs.
this poem is on it's way to becoming a song and gives a stark warning at the effect that addiction and death from drug taking can have on those who live on...the families.
An empty bed. by phill williams.
little people live in shadows.
so they ride upon that train
living half their lives in ecstasy
the other half in pain
spending all their money
then they steal to get some more
living for that moment
living for the score
then all the friends and family
that tried to help are gone
and the needle lays upon the ground
and the heart just can't go on
and another nameless urchin
that the streets have claimed lay dead
while another distraught mother
mourns his empty bed.