Junkie's Inferno
Voyage on glass waves, ice thin,
shattering beneath mind weight,
burning splinters, chemical cold,
probe and pierce between the lobes-
a brain weary of being.
Charred charts wither into ash,
dust of fate -- anger, grief, fear;
the poles altered, gravity sucks outward,
spinning familiar pathways to oblivion.
Is peace that is not peace only in this hazy room,
pungent with weed, loud with need,
family and friends exchanged for Pandora's crew,
posturing in incoherent conversations and irrational laughter,
feeding the needle to the end.
Fueled by self-destructive desire,
drinking always fools' champagne
destined for a junkie's inferno.
Voyage on glass waves, ice thin . . .
Copyright, January 17, 2016
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2016
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