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