Blood is thicker than water;
What gets put in yours?
My blood abhors the men
Whose blood lives to thicken.
My blood pollutes himself
With evil, chemical poison.
I can't reason with my brother;
He lives to make blood suffer.
Splayed across my couch, detox.
Two weeks asleep for my
Young eyes to observe.
All this to get high.
I can't help but sympathize
With my brother's eyes so
Bloodshot as he hits low
But never bottoms out.
I shout to the sky.
You lie to me. Why?
Is it about the high?
I don't want to see you die.
Listen, please. I love you too much.
Nothing could be more true.
Poison the blood? It's so diluted
And can't stand to be more polluted.
I cry when I say goodbye.
Six feet under. Life's a blunder.
I killed you by consent.
Then I drowned in discontent.
I learned to forgive myself.
I wiped away the tears.
I learned over the years that
Blood is thicker than water.
Your soul, I hope, forgives me.
Author notes
This is about my brother Chris and his heroine addiction.
A contest entry
- A LIFE INTERRUPTED...HAS YOURS BEEN? TELL ME ABOUT IT... by sassylilpoet.
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of all the addicts I've worked with and all of the withdrawals I've witnessed, I have to say that heroin is the real " hero-in life", because it usually wins. You have penned a heartfelt write, and I think I detect a hint of guilt, in that "blood is thicker than water" and somehow you feel you failed him or perhaps enabled him. I hope that is not the case, you couldn't have saved him, he couldn't save himself, so therefore how could you. I know this had to painful, but I do hope that it has had a positive effect on your life as well and will always be a reminder to deter you from diluting your blood
Thanks for your entry,
Blessings
Sassy
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