Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Anne

Loved and cared for in my childhood,

I grew into a troubled teen,

Lived a lifestyle that was not good.

All inside me turned ugly mean.

I did a lot of real bad stuff,

Hurt lots of people near and close.

Finally my fate had enough,

I died from a drug overdose.

In afterlife I got a gift,

To go to living as they dream,

And there, their spirits to uplift.

I am just one of the A team.

Useful purpose for me began

When I became an angel, Anne.