Poem(-ish): Remembering Whitney Houston




Whitney, full of life in great measure
A voice that drenched my soul in much pleasure
In entertainment, a cynosure
To the world, a priceless treasure
A lady of fine disposure
Had carriage and elegant composure
She niched her place in history’s literature
Sought her own family’s structure
And insured her dependents’ future
The elements of a fine creature
With heavenly grace and godly nature

Then came her drug use disclosure
Sad! Imagine being trapped in Hell’s tortures
Haunted by ‘demons’ and corporate vultures
And taunted by fame’s exposure
Reminds me of Philip Seymour’s last impressure
To Michael Jackson’s censure
From Amy Winehouse’ misadventures
To Cory Monteith’s confitures
Whitney, battered by career’s forfeitures
Her hard work threatened by finite erasure
Sombre thoughts drowned in an enclosure
Overwhelmed by Death’s embrasure

Alas! Her voice and music outlived Death’s closure
The story of her life spurns tales and conjectures
But her life has lessons for all: the old and immature
Addiction comes in all nomenclatures
Be wary of the so-called ‘drugs of leisure’
They can truncate one’s future
Adjacent to success is failure
Hold on to support structures
Heed the words of scripture
Seeking help is a brave gesture

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