Poem From My Son

Anonymous

He wrote this poem 7 months before he died.

AWAKE

I'M NEARLY DYING

I'M CLEAR,CALM AND UNAFRAID

LOST IN DREAMS, BAD DREAMS

I WISH TO SEE LIGHT, A FRESH NEW LIGHT.

I FEEL NO PAIN

THESE DRUGS, DRUGS OF WONDERS

DO ME WELL

I FEEL IT FLOW THROUGH MY WATER VAIN WELL

IT'S MY HEART

MY HEART OF STONE AND STRENGTH

THAT KEEPS ME ALIVE AND RISING

RISING TO BE THE MAN I USED TO BE

ALL I WISH TO SEE IS MY LIFE

TO LEAVE THIS WORLD UNKNOWN TO ME

THIS WORLD OF MORPHINE AND NIGHTMARES

I'M UNCLEAR, NERVOUS AND AFRAID

AFRAID OF WHAT AWAITS ME

OF WHAT HAS BECOME OF ME

OF THIS ATHLETE THIS MAN IN ME

WILL IT STILL FEEL LIKE ME

BUT WORRY NOT, CAUSE I KNOW

I'LL BE THE MAN I USED TO BE

YANICK DUPRE

EACH DAY I MISS HIM I ASK HIM TO HELP ME TO FIND THE WAY TO CONTINIOUS WITHOUT HIM.

Anonymous



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Anniversary date - 8-16-97
Date of post - 8-11-00

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