K.O.D

K.O.D

A Poem by Joey Martinez

Chasing highs because the surprises of reality has you going low.
Stuck in time while your friends continue to grow.
Hallucinating the eyes to disguise the show reality has casted you in.
Another day wasted is another win.
But no matter how high you become, reality makes an appearance and for a short time you can't run.
You're now stuck with the truth.
A rebellious youth with a sweet tooth for self destruction.
A life once under construction is abandoned.
Substances are demanded.
Just another kid on drugs who shrugs away the consequences.
Your common senses are starting to fade.
No money to buy drugs so you start to sell and raid your loved ones pockets.
Couple stolen dollars has you high as a rocket.
Up in the clouds, resting in peace.
Unaware this is the last high you have until you become deceased.
Dead.
Another family suffers, another family dreads.
You got your wish.
Reality is gone but reality is missed.

© 2018 Joey Martinez


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Added on May 9, 2018
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Joey Martinez
Joey Martinez

Paterson , NJ



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