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My sister and I following the death of my son, Simon, want to share a poem he wrote whilst in prison at 5.30am which shares insight into his battle with drugs. The poem was read at his funeral and provoked much emotion from all. We hope that by releasing the poem and sharing his story that other people who are in a similar situation will be inspired to find help. Or that people who have family members or friends who have problems with their drug and/or alcohol use will realise that there is also help available for them. We are determined to achieve something positive in memory of Simon.

From an early age Simon experienced behavioural difficulties, he started to use drugs at a young age which sadly lead him to spend most of his adult life in and out of prison.

Sadly Simon passed away earlier this year, a day before his 38th Birthday. As soon as I learnt that he had died the poem, written 10 years ago, immediately came into my mind. I just knew straight away that I had to find the poem, because it was so relevant. I really hope that the poem could inspire others to find help.

My sister and I are both keen that family members would also be more aware of the support that is available for them. You don’t need to go through this alone, there are support groups and people who have gone through similar things. Adfam can help you find support near you.

If his poem would get somebody to turn a corner, take a different path. If it just hits home and helps one person. Then that would be wonderful. Even if one person takes heed, we will have achieved our goal.

An Angel do Send
My demons all wake me, now everyday!
And I plead with the devil to chase them away.
He pretends to be helpful, makes out he’s my friend.
Although, he’s the one that brings my dreams to an end.
I wait for an angel to fight my demons instead.
A guardian to put all my nightmares to bed.
Life’s not all easy, it’s a challenge to breathe,
The devil he knows this, and he tempts me to leave.
He pushes his poison right into my heart.
Ripping and tearing my body apart!!
And now that the poison has entered my brain,
His way of keeping my soul locked in chains –
Because now without him, I’m riddled with pains;
Watching my life as its sucked down the drains!
I live by the minute, I’m working for him;
A slave to the powder – I take for my sins.
A powder named “H”, “the gear” or “the smack”,
When I can escape it, I’ll never look back!
I’ll run for my life, and hide for my soul.
Live how I want to, and reach for my goals.
I know I can do it, I’ve done it before;
When I felt so much better, not rich – but not poor!
My days we’re simple, I loved who I was too,
And if I love me, I can also love you!!
So God if you hear me, don’t take too long;
The devil is winning, he’s goading me on –
Send me an angel, who’s fearless and strong
To help me do Good, and forgive me my wrong!!
© Simon Hooper, 5.30am, 17th June 2006

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