You don’t see

Ecstasy

In a young girl’s closed eyes,

As comatose she in a hospital lies.

Or the tears

And the fears

Of those by her side,

As the life that was hers away starts to slide.

Parents near,

Numb with fear,

Face the silent assault

Of blaming themselves as though ‘twas their fault.

It’s no joke

For those folk

Their young child to see,

Laid out on a slab in the mortuary.

Ecstasy

Can’t you see

Is a drug that will kill,

And not simply some fancy high energy pill?

The drug’s strain

On the brain

And the body is such,

That many a person will find it too much.

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