![]() Temporary FixA Poem by Miss SheaThe last fix is running clear Straight into my mind Drowning out my thoughts But while I am slowing up I am also speeding down Crashing harder and faster Heading to a place inside One that I can only find With the guidance from each fix Through intoxicated eyes I can view the world In a new kind of light Shed by a drug-induced mind Where perceptions aren’t the same And morals have no place Reality doesn’t show her face She keeps her pain away Blocked by my artificial blockade And while I hide out In my delusion I know the world is trying To break me free of my Inebriated illusion And all the while I can feel My defense slipping away Creeping at first Out of my system Then streaming at once To a different place And reality hits me Sobers me completely Smashing my body Painfully Taking place of my quick fix Paying me a permanent visit She’s here to stay Becoming twice the weight of the world I tried to escape Temporarily Because I ache for more Of my sweet iron walls My liquid refuge That lived inside my veins And the hunger won’t let go And I won’t let go Because I know That another moment of safety lies Just one fix away And will remain One fix out of my reach Because forever I will remain Outside of blurry walls My weak foundation Has been shattered My addiction to escape My craving for the darkest light Is only a temporary For my long time problem That my short term progression Cannot withstand… The weapon to fight against This lingering oppression Is only temporary… And it only last a little while And when it comes back It’s worse And then I regret my existence And my cowardice And my decision To use the easy way out To ease my troubled mind When all I had to do Was lay it all aside And believe that I could try And succeed and defeat Reality Without the intoxication Without a drug induced mind Without my temporary fix
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1 Review Added on April 2, 2008 Author![]() Miss SheaBurlington, NCAboutI believe : Activity [is a necessity] Art [is a way of lifeand has become a huge part of my life] Ideas [are bullet-proof] Books [are addictive] Poetry [is painting with the gift of speech] .. more..Writing
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