Lost in smokeA Poem by Joey Martinez
You know marijuana was made to relax and heal
But lately you’ve been using it to avoid the cards reality deals Can’t handle the pressure so now you measure the amount of grams it takes to numb those thoughts that infiltrate the mind You’re losing yourself and you’re losing your time Those red eyes imply that you’re fine but once they shine white, the bells of sorrow begin to chime You crave a helping hand but you can’t latch because you’re too attached to the weed A plant of wisdom has become a drug of greed Go ahead and continue to claim you’re mentally free, it’s only temporary All highs come to an end no matter how many ends you engulf with flames You must tame your demons with a sober mind Too much smoke will make yourself hard to find © 2018 Joey Martinez |
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