Junks Cleansing
By 78harley
I wrote this for a dear friend who died from a heroin overdose... Green iris, please extend your comfort as your inner pupil dilates to naught. Clear her vision from it's distort, as she seeks knowledge where none is taught. Spare your judgment of her vivid pall-or. She lives in a different world of dreams. Long ago her face did show color and butterflies played on her iris green. Her childhood abounded with virginal wonder until lifes tribulations left her blind. Her butterflies were set free to blunder and frantically she ran out to find. Too soon the scars from falling down Built a wall to shield her pain. She no longer looks for what cannot be found. Instead, she buys life through her veins. Distress no longer fills her day. Her burdens have dropped beneath her floor. She is now free to laugh and play as the world gets locked outside of her door. Green iris, please penetrate her dark light. No longer beguile your tiny black friend. Call to the surface the butterflies flight so her lost journey can finally end. Written September 19th, 2001 © on Sep 19 2001 12:46 AM PST 0 • 1
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