My World (Cont.)

(Cont. My World pt.1) Have you heard enough? Still think you’re tough? I’ll stare right through you and call your bluff See, you’ll never have the upper hand When dealing this hand Understand little man? Do yourself a favor Go savor the flavor of ignorance and bliss Because nobody wants any of this Do you prefer the flavor of eating "crap & piss"? Didn’t think so, so you better go and hurl And forget you ever stepped into my world Go back to the land of “love, hugs & kisses” Because I’m getting tired of talking And by now you should really miss it Stay away from my domain Or remain terminally insane Walking around tweaked-out in the brain Just leave me alone to deal with all this But before you split, you have to admit… ..Isn’t life a trip? -Boz- This poem was written in February of 2004 during the beginning of my long recovery. It is actually one long poem broken in two. I used writing as a form of "venting" my emotions and discovered it helped me to maintain my sanity and grant me the power to overcome, what seemed to be, impossible odds. A few choice words had to be.......redefined...in order to post this poem. This is about as initimate on a personal level I can get in connection with the reader.