My addiction, my guilt, my fuzzy haze

A personnel poem and my first proper attempt at a poem

As I stare into the dark abyss 

and Feel my hand clench into a fist

I realise there’s an answer that certainly wont be missed

My fingers stretch and hand retracts

To skin a spliff with all the facts

My fingers are my tools of trade

Ready to serve like a French milk maid

Picking, sticking and grinding bud

Knowing my life will be a dud

As I roll the paper in my hand

And Lick my lips to take a stand

I know that bliss is not far away

The end is near for my dark, dark day

As the flint strikes smoke up in the air

My feelings are to dissapear

Like white clouds on a windy day

My clenched fist loosens like a ball of hay

The smoke that will emancipate

flows through my body like there is no gate

Upwards and outwards it fills the room 

like a big explosion saying “boom, boom boom”

My head begins to go all numb

As my eyes focus on my stubby thumb

laughter belts out from my tum

what would she think my dear old mum!

I forget that she would be so sad

all those years that she has cared,

I’m mad to block my memories

for one day they’re gone like rainy days

My addiction, my guilt, my fuzzy haze

It all starts with one dark, dark day!

Author's Note

Please dont judge if your views are different, it is a poem after all

Reviews

[Matthew Smith]

Ha, I enjoyed this more than the soccer one!

For your first attempt at a "proper poem" (no such thing, really), I gotta admit this is majorly groovy. As for the subject matter...

Well. Yeah. I suppose there are people who love the fireworks, everywhere in the world. =P

[trainwreck]

I don't agree, but its still a good poem. This is an amazing attempt at a first proper poem. Good job.

[Silent Serenity also kn..]

Wow really brilliant! Leaves alot to the imagination on what your addiction, your guilt or your fuzzy haze means! All in all very well expressed & right from your soul! It's the way I enjoy poems!