Illicit Illness

ILLICIT ILLNESS I was considering the subject of sorrow, sadness and tears And how depression has such strength to last for so many years Then I realized how happiness turns to hurt and pain And how my tomorrows really have nothing to gain And so I pick up my syringe filled with illicit calm then try to find a vein in a track laden arm Just another puncture as a sign of how badly I feel And the belief that the wounds she caused may never heal Dope can be a balm to calm the strength of stagnation And erase the visions of repeated information Intrepid information that reminds me of the love I once knew And the portrait of pain her painting drew No more laughter only she brought about Because hurt can carry such caustic clout It’s for that reason and that reason alone That after so many years my sorrow seems only to have grown © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~