Just another day

Outside, the birds chirp and play.

I curse them.

Their damn chirping hurts my head.

Daylight streams in.

Just another day.

With a heavy head, I sway.

I start filling up the ashtray.

Starting to weigh on me are the days.

My dismay arrives without delay.

It is definitely here to stay.

You need a joint, I hear the voice say.

I obey.

I start rolling right away.

Maybe I'll be normal; happy; some day.

Just another day; today.

What is the point of life anyway?

God's orders we disobey.

We've all been led astray.

Eat away at us the days.

It's all the same, every day.

A couple of drags and I start running out of words.

I then understand why the birds sing.

When my life doesn't stink and sting.

My dismay is faraway.

Everyday I make my getaway.

Intoxicated, for no damn reason I just laugh away.

This is how I want to live until I pass away.

Drugs; they are forbidden.

Maybe that is why I'm almost bedridden.

I am not among the living.

Hope I'll be forgiven.

Wish by her I was not smitten.

Oh well, whatever is happening was written.

People think I have forgotten my religion.

I am not malignant.

It was all God's decision.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Makes me really appreciate the fact that I can enjoy life without needing to resort to drink or drugs. So sad you can:t appreciate the birdsong. I find that so healing. It isn:t Gid:s doing. It is your own and it isn't too late to do something about it. Don't give up on hope.

Chris

[pinhead07]

That is something to be appreciated ma’am. Drugs are a menace. Wish I had never touched them. Most of this and my other poems about drugs are mostly fictional though.

And I’ve been actually appreciating the birdsongs for years now. They are healing. I haven’t given up. This is sort of how I cope with depression and the mad urges I get sometimes to do drugs. I’ve actually been off hard drugs for years. I smoke cigarettes though, and am on quite a few pills.

The idea with this poem was, this guy doesn’t get it, he starts going with the whole god decided this for me so I have no power idea. Just doesn’t want to believe he can actually do something about it.

[Just Kim]

wow, this is deep and emotional, i don't know about rolling a joint though. But i enjoyed your poem, and the imagery you have created.

[pinhead07]

Thank you so much! :)))

[likesgreeneggsandham]

I felt this deeply as someone who used to use weed to deal with the onslaught of daily life. Beautifully put. A lovely poem.

[pinhead07]

Thank you so much for the kind review! :)))