Last dance (with Mary Jane)

I must never forget how miserable I felt.

  

I remember that bud,

sickly sweet aroma,

deep green and purple,

adorned with crystals of THC.

At that point,

the pipe sucked out of me,

not the other way around.

A line had been crossed long  before,

now existing in a shivering paranoid state.

Out of touch with everything,

except my Dealer.

I remember that bud,

One last puff.

I had forgotten the last time,

there was no stash, it had been that long.

Scrape the pipe and smoke the residue,

good for one last coughing fit,

and a two hour headache.

I had arrived at the destination,

the one called nowhere.

Time to make a decision,

to live free, and learn to be a Man.

Author's Note

I was 40+ years old when I awoke. I love being clean and sober. It is so ...REAL.

Reviews

[Karolina S.]

Nice topic...a good write about a difficult decision. I especially like the "I remember that bud, One last puff" lines.

[Donald Meikle]

If it wasn't for that damned paranoia, oh well.. reality needs to be dealt with.
glad y'back

[Nimbus Thread]

An honest write. I like the contrast between the stanzas. The first an admiration, the second the bodies realization it's time to stop. Being free is the thing. So well done.

[Pebbles]

When i was younger i got off on gettin off nowadays i get off on living ....really get u on this one ...good write el juero :)

[emmajoy]

Such a courageous piece of writing - not everyone could or would be so honest; plus, you've transferred sorry content in fine style .. ' .. At that point, ~ the pipe sucked out of me, ~ not the other way around.'