Kick Rocks
The pain never fading, even after time
knowing that this is all mine
everyone telling me I'd be fine
the emotional scars are gone with a flash
dashing out the door craving more
going for another ride having no pride
I take another blast pushing it all back
I put it down, I pick it up
it's getting me, it's taking over
inhaling before exhaling I just can't be satisfied
each hit making me crave another
a deeper harder hit
my eyes wide open, my hands shaking while I'm sitting
scraping for more
the flame slowly dying as I get down to the last of my sanity
knowing in a few it will be insanity
the only annoyance is the clicking of the lighter
frantically crawling on the floor
hoping to find a little more
looking for someone who is cooking
cooking up my sanity
I pack it down
I push it tight
I savor my hit with all my might
coming down soon what an awful sight
at this moment I feel free and unbound
I can't see I can't feel the ground I am numb
I exhale looking pale
now feeling empty I have the urge to hit it again
do I live it or leave it, now I feel the seperation axiety inside of me
Copyright © Marcie Keene | Year Posted 2009
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