Palliative Hallucinations

The tip of a finger, barely touching ulcerated skin Chamfered ache of reason, or finely balanced whim Forced through a reality, where spoons become bent Into the pleasure dome, they inject gaseous cement Climbing on rope ladders, spiraling around a kite Wrestling fallen angels, fighting dirty feel them bite Lost all my inhibitions, its so embarrassing to say Oscillating and twitching, surreal pictures portray Sensing victory I keep goofing, running out of time Finish line is furious, for committing such crimes Living with rules is for suckers, I’m partial to a kiss Goalposts keep changing, guess it’s worth the risk Haphazard directions, circumnavigating the void I’m delirious anyway, eventually all life is destroyed Chasing weird dreams, in this semiconscious state Staring blank at the ceiling, while my agony abates At last the heavens open, broken arrow was called O God it’s beautiful, cascading insouciance befalls Forensics tend to differ, I’ve probably gone insane Don’t care anymore, cos these drugs numb my pain Writing Prompt - Ache - Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France 24/04/2021