cold turkey, my empty mind twirling,
vision blurry, i came off the drug - now i'm hurting.
this isn't a choice i made, blame coercion,
i need my last fix, to feel your hypnotic kiss i'm determined.
the rush in my veins after i take the tablet,
i need my euphoric escape, please make it happen.
you've reclaimed my needle and my spoon,
all the metaphors for how i see you.
the doctor said this dose'll last forever,
protection and comfort through life's changing weather,
my drug, my addiction serves as my umbrella,
like rizzla and green, you and i should be together.
give me all that you have, happily i'd overdose,
till limbs fall still, my body now comatose.
others claim they have a remedy, i know they don't,
there must be something left, to find it i can only hope.
my moods swing rapidly, paradoxical insanity,
take my drug away, i understand that you are mad at me.
cold turkey in a state where i cannot breathe,
clawing the walls, distress induced savagery.
day becomes night, afflicted with poor vision,
caused by your absence - withdrawal symptoms.
wow! Fantastic poem,very strong message.xx
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