We tried so hard
to make you realize
your greatness,
but the desire for a
bag of poison,
that most certainly
guaranteed
your demise from
this Earth,
won the war.
Our family,
so many of us and
so close,
your aunts and uncles,
your cousins who were
like siblings
to you, could not love
you enough
to make you stop.
This battle lasted 8 long
years.
You; 26-years young,
the golden boy with a
big bright smile,
blonde locks and beautiful
model-esque
features. Your highly intelligent
brain, taken over by the devil,
the temptation,
the craving more intense
than your next breath.
A roller coaster ride filled
with so many promises from
your mouth;
words of
appeasement to especially
your loving mother,
you played the game to
its fullest,
the addiction,
decided the outcome.
We never gave up on you,
Johnny,
we held onto hope when
you detoxed,
and visited you in Rehabs and
Sober Houses praying that
this would be
your time, when the epiphany
would happen,
you would surrender to this
monster and
become one of the few
success stories.
The circle of heartbreak
continued as we
saw you in the hospital
after too many
overdoses,
then watched you retreat to your
black hole, your
room of darkness,
the only welcomed guests
were your drugs, iPod and music,
which became your best friends.
Your mother, after many
years of despair,
heard the doorbell
ring on that cold February
night at 1:30 am,
her body shaking from
what she already knew;
her beloved son, her only child,
as the police scooped her up
and hugged her while she
fell towards the ground
with unimaginable grief.
She screamed, “Noooooo!!!!”
She will do her best to
continue;
her life sentence of
unbearable and unfathomable
heartache.
She tells us that she
wants to go to sleep and
never wake up, the anguish
too hard as she bleeds.
Your big family
now broken-hearted,
our lives will never be as sweet,
the link to our family
chain is now broken,
as you live in the perpetuity
of eternal life,
we shall struggle for the
rest of our days here,
and always wonder if we
could have done more;
even though the reality of it is;
we all did too much,
but it was just not enough.
About the Creator
Linda Balboni
My beautiful family is the most important thing to me! I enjoy writing poetry/stories and some of my work has been published in various journals, chapbooks and magazines. I love to draw/paint and appreciate nature, music and photography.
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