I wasn't expecting it, but I wasn't exactly surprised ether. Maybe I'd seen it coming. At the very least I should have seen it coming. There had been signs, of course. I should have noticed the signs of addiction. They where as clear as day. He hid on the dark, protected his secret, and ran from the light. Going back I wish I would of told someone all I knew a lot sooner. I don't blame my lack of action for the arrest, but I do think I could of helped.
I know a lot more then everyone thinks. I know about his addiction, have known about his addiction. Hell I was the first to say 'Mom I think he has an addiction' many where shocked but I'm not.
I'm smart and I know how to cross through his dark alley without getting caught. They say curiosity killed the cat but that's not always true. Sometimes curiosity leads to enlightenment not so often explored by others. It's what helps a person become aware of the dark deeds of another.
It's what we do with that information that leads to life or death.
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Catching addiction
PoetryShort poem for those who deal with knowing the addiction of another's. Writing this was me venting, and I think it might help others just vent as well.