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I Shoot up on Words- Sweet Addiction
I shoot up on words
Feeling the surge
Living the psychedelic transformation
Of reality...
Bursting into an explosion of colors
Emotions
Sensations
Surreal existance
I ride it high
This wave
Knowing my addiction
Is devouring my soul
My mind
My heart
My body
My desires
My dreams
My essence
Withdrawal symptoms…
I’m sick
I wretch
I scream
I flail my arms
Ravaged by nightmares
Fixated by one thought
My next high
My next trip
Into a better place
But the drug is withheld...
To punish
To torment
To subjugate
To tease
And I become part of the living dead
Listless
Uninterested
Unmoved
In hell….
Until…the next dose is prepared
My fix of words…poetry…LIFE
MY DRUG OF CHOICE
And I shoot up
Multiple times
Addiction…
Pure and Sweet
MY ADDICTION...
From which
There is no release
And no rehabilitation.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
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