So High I Die- Poem on the opioid crisis

So high I die

So why

do you let me get so high I die

I never asked to be an accidental addict

a black mark on our story it is,

it is and it hurts.

Show me, help me, help me

up to the better path

hold your rath and judgement,

rather, take me,

hold me

enfold me in care

to get me there , somewhere

not here, not here, on the street,

give me a roof, a breath, a smile, ameal,

a deal

so I wont get so high I die.

(©Ciarán Mc Kenna Oct 29th in response to the 5 opioid deaths in Abbotsford BC on Oct 28th 2017)

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