We called it the doctor
not knowing it would prove
to be the prescription for your demise.
Gentle violence, smoldering anger
tearing into your soul, shattering all hope.
Yet another victim
of wicked choices made in youth.
You more than paid the price David.
wisdom gained from the streets.
not a saint but no devil either.
Who can know your final thoughts
mysteries taken to a watery grave.
Swan dive into oblivion, fade to black.
There were moments
where salvation seemed possible
but in the end
the bony hand of death pulled you
beneath the surface.
Rest in Peace my friend.