How is this poem about drugs?
I was thinking about things to write a poem about and this came to mind. I posted this on FictionPress but didn't get much feedback.. Constructive critisism is strongly appreciated. Anything I did wrong or what I can do to improve.
He was starting something terrible
and he was ending with it.
A burden carried on
fragile shoulders of those
who cared.
It was evil crushed
into grains. It promised
sweet releases.
As it had consumed his head,
it devoured his senses,
dominating over him.
it was suicide
rolled into a
tight joint.
Confusing his thoughts,
his life changed
in one night.
Such a large amount,
in such a short period
of time.
Precious time
he would never get back.
Craving more
with every puff,
every snort.
He knew
he was living a lie,
and he found out
that life has no meaning.
But he was continuing,
perishing.
It was a few weeks later
we found him lying
on the floor.
His heart not beating.
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