Beyond the murmurs

Did you hear what happened? A tragedy, they say, condolences they sent, But not as many as the critiques— The city whispers, they say he’s lost, "You can see it in his eyes, the way his hands shake." Caught up in the city’s pull, a boy on drugs. "I tell you, he's gone too far, he's drowning in the street’s haze," They say, "The boy’s addicted, nothing can save him now." "Send him away, to the village, to start over, Far from the temptation, the clubs, the smoke." But did it work? Did it truly work? Why does the darkness keep growing inside the tunnel?