He hung out with drug users
The high was everything
Elevated ecstasies in pills
Eradications of misery
And depressing downers
When he told his
Drug user friends he
Had terminal cancer
They didn’t want to
Hear about his suffering
They didn’t want to
Know he was dying
They were too high
To care and didn’t want
His bad news to
Bring them down
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride exercise bike 60 minutes daily. Kundalini energy rising since age 27, began writing poetry October 2023. Pisces, which may be why I have fish for pets, read and listened to many NDEs, Shared Death Visions, and Death Bed Visions, see death as the awakening of a lifetime and the ultimate relocation.
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