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Thank you for your prayers.
Some of you may know of the pain, as a Mother, I have endured going through with my addict daughter over the years. She is clean, sober and has been for two years.
She was deeply affected by our friend's son's death. She wrote the following poem, with a post script from E.A. Poe:
He can not say that he loathes this glabrous darkness,
It helped him to relish the light.
He did not sleep well,
Though he may have desired a long dreamless slumber.
Lies and truth battled in a sedulous dance for control.
He was in a keen state of dis ease.
He wrote, erased, and rewrote his own requiem.
He sought redemption, mayhap, half-heartedly.
In the end, he held on to the pain,
Clutching it, feeling it, it dictated his shortened life.
17 years on this spinning ball.
He was of my kind.
I felt his heartbeat in time with mine.
Our ilk, we are in love with dispair.
I did not know you, my friend.
But I knew you, I have been there.
Rest in Peace, in the loving hands of God.
I see you in the prisms of my tears.
"i looked upon the scene before me...with an utter depression of soul
which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the
after-dream of the reveller upon opium
-- the bitter lapse into everyday life --
the hideous dropping of the veil." Poe
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