Another life has passed today
lost in a purple haze.
Tears flow from family and friends
all due to a drug craze.
Haze of the craze; a moments ease
from some of life’s turmoil.
but for relief the cost has been
a life of crime and toil.
A fair exchange, I ask of you
for moments of relief?
A life cut short with disregard
by purple haze, a thief.
There is no beauty in that life
no glamour can be found.
Heart sick souls that seek relief in
a purple haze are drowned.
Angels are weeping in heaven
for that which might have been;
if purple haze had never won
the war called heroine.
cheryl davis miller 11/28/16