Intoxicate

Filled to the brim

full of truths and lies

things that I had absorbed

throughout life

 

I can't tell the difference

the matter has a circumfrence

of then and since

 

I don't know how deep

without the sleep

for my mind to keep

 

every intoxication

of life's intention

fills every concentration

 

now I think I'll go

unconcious

and never mind the frustration

 

I'm only human

that's experiencing the difference in living.

 

Reviews

[Alaska Frost]

wow, i can't even begin to tell you how great this poem is!!! this poem is very thought-provoking.... excellent write!