addiction

Courtney could not save
Kurt
Not even the cheer of the
crowd
Sometimes, for months,
on end
Joy is inaccessible; some
lose sight
Prisoners of war survived
for years
If they could only recognize that 
the present
Would pass along into some
unknown future
Kurt brought about his own
end
Alone with a gun and his
drug cooker
From inside the beast of
addiction
Where even the cries of his
child
Could not penetrate; only muffled
echos
of pain and this relentless burning; 
vicious desire
Why not be Buddhist and just
observe pain
But don't lose yourself in
fear

of tomorrow where even hope

might reside

Of course, love can triumph. June
saved Johnny.