Blissful Chest Pains
Disclaimer: This is a poem about drugs. I do not condone, nor suggest the use of any drugs. However, I unfortunately did live a free and eventually devastating party lifestyle. Which, I do not wish upon anyone. But, they were wrote, and they will be shared. If poems regarding drug use offends you... Please do not read further. Thanks.
First comes the snort, then inhalation
Streaming clouds of energy,
fill a dark and sweat filled room.
A blast of Energy, From Snowflakes of Joy
All quiet, sounds barely audible.
A tiny voice peeps,
"takes another."
Piling a bank of glistening powder
Call them lines, bumps, or rails.
Grasp the bed, after one last grasp of straw
It unleashes its power, a feeling of flight
Floating amongst, puffy nice clouds
My world plays out in fast forward
Deal and sell, Use, then Steal
Fixing all of my fixations
A monster sized blast,
Suddenly, free falling upon
the dirtiest of floors.
Still, undaunted, I, fully swear
There strangely exists appeal
of self inflicted near death,
Blessed, Little reminders,
Random tingling of the arms.
Only appreciated truly, justly
accompanied with sharp chest pain.
Copyright © Anthony Guccia | Year Posted 2016
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