I wrote this for a dear friend of mine whose son is currently incarcerated for the above mentioned crime. She's devastated and blames herself for his choices. We can only raise our kids with values and hope they make the right choice as they become adults.

I have read this poem more than once. In the work that I do, I have had to come into contact with people that have turned down the wrong paths of life. Some have tried to get back on the right path, while others seem to just keep on continuing down the broken road. Meth is usually the downfall in my area...is has affected so many families, and it tortures me to see what it does to the children. I often pray that they do not turn out like their parents.

Very heartfelt...I can feel the anguish the family must feel for the child's transgressions. I would not consider this a dark poem though, I would consider it to be more sad than dark, but then again that is just how I read it.