Poetry: Death of a hero

by: Angela Bean

My Hero, His Heroin

When we were young he was the one,
Who was my hero,
big and bad, He fought with all he had
to knock out that zero, and as we grew
I thought I knew which way the wind blew
Without a doubt he would take me out
to hang with friends and show me how to blend
Time went and he was gone
I did not know how trouble could grow
and before I knew it he was all into it
I did not know what to do and I became blue
He was not the same he seemed to be insane
He started with cocaine
and everyone else was to blame
then like the wind, He was into heroin
My hero was gone when the beast came along
Lord please help him change his ways
before he sees the end of his days