Many years ago I met a man

2nd in a series of poems describing my relationships with drugs in my life

Many years ago I met a man

 

He was like an angel 

He glowed a shimmering white

 

Or was this man a prophet?

10 crack commandments

A legend was born 

My reality torn 

 

No he must be an angel

So pure and inspiring

The sun on your face 

Time to pick up the pace

 

Yet angels are only passing through

And the realms of the heavens are no place for you 

 

And instead of an angel you now see a man 

He's laughing and talking as fast as he can 

A glint of crazy in a thousand yard stare

Reality bites and the world is laid bare

 

But remember the angels are passing through

As you bow your head for a prayer or two 

As the angel transcends and spreads his wings

Im feeling again like a king amongst kings

 

They do important, magical, terrible things...

 

The king is dead long live the king 

Author's Note

Thanks for your time, please ignore grammar and let know how it made you feel