An Addicts Lament

Written while under the(legal) influence of painkillers.

I saw a man burn.

But the
man was not there
for he dwells within my mind.
My mind, it is burning now.

A beautiful amber, that is the colour
of these flames.

Wait, a peculiar change has occurred.
The Pain
has taken on a new form.

Blue. Electric blue.

Thin as a wasps breath,
this noose around my neck. Smothered, in pain,
that is barely there. Pain, veiled
in a technicolour cloak.

How so shall this nightmare end?
Over,
and over again.

To bear such inhuman Pain,
only a fool would do so willingly.
And yet, I fear, such a fool am I.

A mortal mistake. But are we not all mortals?

So am I alone,
in this burning world? For if it dwells
solely within my
mind, does it not dwell also in the minds of all men?

A shared delusion.
Fragmentation
of
a
deranged
soul.

An enlightened insanity. Mortality.

Why has it come to pass?
Life is the prerogative of fools, and yet
all fear death. Is that to say that we are all
fools? Alas, whether we fools
or sages be, it is of no concern to me in my place of torment.

This hellish diseased abyss that dwells
within the darkest recesses of my
mind. Nothing,
it seems, is without a
price.

And this is the price of my life.

Reviews

[Arthur N Known]

It flows so smoothly. Keep it up.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Simple, trusting and gets the reader to smile and winch at the same time, well done, great read.