The Most Dangerous DrugA Poem by Elizabeth
Sitting on the back porch, cigarette in hand, I write to you.
The moon blinks and the stars taunt while dogs bark in the distance. Practicality is tiring and fantasy unsatisfying.
Always there will be this nothingness.
Endless nothingness.
Reason has stranded me in this place, today. Someday is a time that will not come soon enough.
The gravity of this sentiment pains me more than any of my scars. Again, I muse to no one but myself. My courage is in short supply.
But with you, I feel hope. And hope is the most dangerous drug of all.
© 2008 ElizabethAuthor's Note
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Added on October 2, 2008Last Updated on October 2, 2008 AuthorElizabethWonderland, TNAboutI am Alice through the looking glass...I mix my metaphors with barbiturates. I take my mania with a glass of milk and I rarely look before crossing the street. Walk a mile in my mary janes, friend. .. more..Writing
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