Moved Back Home

I'm a trip without luggage

 

Moved Back Home

 

scraped off the ceiling

nails were dug into the upside down

floor

popped a pill and felt the waves

of anxiety move offshore

 

lethargic

everything brings a smile to my

face

adding alcohol takes me to

a much happier place

 

lollipop trees with chocolate leaves

cotton candy clouds and

honey bees

in slow motion I head out the

door

and brave this cold cruel world once

more

 

crashing, falling, running blind

i think i’ve gotten myself into a

bind

where are the rainbows, clowns and

balloons

the chemicals are wearing off too

soon

 

back to the room-

the dreaded padded cell

i thought i escaped from this

hell

banging my head until i’m administered

some form of synthetic healing

one that keeps me from jumping back on

the ceiling…

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

Strong subject! With each drink and each toke comes temporary alleviation of life problems. But - then they return twice as hard.

I enjoyed your introspect here. An addiction never fully goes away, I speak from a recovering addicts point of view.

I enjoyed reading this!

[Emily B]

Excellent. Good job!

[Patsy]

This one hits close to home for me... I have a close relative who just can't stop drinking ... He is lost in a world of his own and it's too painful to come out... Your writing is touching to me... Great Write...

[Brandon]

Very nice piece. Check mine out if you would and tell me what you think.