This is a poem I wrote for my family earlier in the year when my uncle passed away. He died of a drug overdose.
He's seen the darkest places,
And known the whitest light
Now he has gone from here,
Gone like a bird taking flight
His love filled eyes I shall forever see
in my most fond memories
His life was taken,
For me far too soon
Before His son's life
Even started to bloom
I'll miss our conversations,
All our joking ways
I know his road was a rough one,
But his spirit never failed
No one but he will ever know,
How he stayed in his Hell
His life may not have been a long one,
But full it much so was
For he got to experience