Trapped

This is a poem about a boy who feels trapped, and he takes on the world of drugs.

Trapped. 

The chains cutting my feet.

I'm losing all my hope.

Not losing any sleep.

Cutting deeper.

Breaking every bone.

Making me wonder

why i returned home.

One Bowl

My heart stops to hurt

I feel quite safe

as i smoke this dirt

Bowl Two

I feel quite nice

But everything would be better

If I hit it again twice

Bowl Four

Smile on my face

It seems i can do anything

without leaving a trace.

Bowl Six.

I feel so light. 

Everything starts fading away,

and drifting into my night.

Bowl Seven

I want to go to Eight.

Never again will i be chained

it'll never be too late..

Bowl Ten

I finally start to fall

I try to escape this haunted house

and enter the dark hall.

Bowl Eleven.

Darkness enters me

drowning everything out.

Killing all my sanity.

Bowl Twelve.

No longer any feel.

I can't tell if i'm dead or alive

or is this even real?

Passed out

This isn't even me

I'm six feet under the ground

but i finally feel free.

Author's Note

I read this to my mentor at school, and he didn't get the point of the poem, and at the end he got all excited and was like "free at last."