Friday, 18 July 2014

Shadowlands, Where Fools Rush In

Like most of the poems I write in the first person and this is not an autobiographical poem. It is, however, a tragically true story of someone who passed a recreational drug to a friend who subsequently died. People who use drugs forget that everyone’s body chemistry is different. What gives someone a high can kill someone else.

There is something almost (and horribly) socially acceptable about taking drugs in the UK these days, rather like drink-driving. Drug abuse (including alcohol) can destroy not only the user but whole families.

Some celebrities set an appalling example.

It isn’t being a wimp or wet blanket to say 'no' to drugs when friends are trying to persuade you to give it a go. It is showing good sense and a maturity far beyond their years.

I am thrilled that feedback suggests a growing number of young people read my blogs. To them especially I say, YES, celebrate. YES, party. YES, have fun… But (at any time of year) say, NO, to drugs…if only because there is a lot of rubbish out there these days, rubbish that can kill.

If you can't say no, get help.


Dark shadows asked me…

I said “No!” Yet, they followed,
sweet talked me,
broke my will – so I bought
the damn pill

Dark shadows begged me…

I said “No!” Yet, they followed,
sweet talked me,
broke my will – so I gave  him
the damn pill

Dark shadows threatened me…

I said “No!” Yet, they followed
bad mouthed me,
broke my will - and I still went
to his funeral

Dark shadows everywhere,
bending the ear…

Copyright R. N. Taber 2002; 2014

[Note: An earlier version of this poem - under the title ‘Shadows’ appears in 1st eds. of First Person Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002; revised e-edition in preparation.]

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