Last Chance

By , Crooks, SD
The bubbling of the near by river
gives me some peace. But it
won’t be peace for long, because,
those fears are tearing at me. What
I am I so afraid of? Because here
I am talking about the rain, talking
about the wind, and talking about
life and how I’ve made mistakes.
Because if I can’t get him to believe
in you he will be lost, he will be gone
today, tomorrow, forever.


How I can I let my friend slip away
like this. How can I make him stay?
I want to save him from himself, but
how can I? If I let him go how will I ever
face his parents. I don’t
know what tomorrow will bring. I don’t
know have all the answers. The pain overwhelms
me and I can’t see the light of day. And here
I go again talking about the rain, talking about the
wind, talking about life and how I’ve made mistakes.
This might be my last chance to set everything right.
The last chance to save Mitch.


Because Mitch is running 100 miles in the wrong direction.
Mitch is searching for something better than his life now.
Because if you were Mitch you would wish you were dead too.
Could you handle being beaten everyday. He’s told me so many times
That when he goes to bed he prays that he won’t open his eyes in the morning.
And now the only thing the Mitch knows is a life full of hate, cruelty, pain, fear.


And he’s turned to drugs, and he has a needle in his arm and fire under his skin.
It’s like a snake creeping and crawling through his veins. Poison and all it creeps through his body, closer to his heart, closer to killing him. It only takes one time to kill him. And when and if that day shall ever come I will cry. Because when I tell him about my fears I know it’s like asking him to understand an ocean when he’s looking at a tear on my cheek.


I fear that the words I need to say to him will
never escape my from my mouth. Because
I am the one that loves him, cares about him.
I’m the one he needs and he’s the one that I need.
Because if he leaves it’s like saying I can’t breathe.
And here
I go again talking about the rain, talking about the
wind, talking about life and how I’ve made mistakes.
This might be my last chance to set everything right.
The last chance to save Mitch.

I hope you hear me in the
middle of the night, praying that you keep him safe for another
night, another day. He’s my best friend in the world, and I hope
he means more to you than he does to me. I want so much to help
him, but there’s nothing I can do to stop him. The road he is on is
heading in the wrong direction, and only you know where it ends up.
I’ve done everything that I know to do, but it’s not enough so help me.
Wipe our tears away, because it’s still raining.
Because this is Mitch’s last chance to live, to turn his life around.
This is my last chance to save my best friend, so help me





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