Adam G. Poet I do not know?

Sewn In My Eyes

Waking up with dreams still in my eyes.
It's amazing  there still there.
rust and whites, blacks and blues.
dispersed colors from  somewhere.
sitting in a bungalow, in the middle of  some woods.  Chocolate mixed with cocaine, heroin,  and more.  
patients  as wardens, marching through the door. I'm the addict .
Can't be selective, substances take hold, wandering through the woods, stumbling through decades.  Zombies injecting in broad daylight, taken to the other side, a legal quagmire.
 broken heart, stiffness to walk, destruction of my body.
Today in group held hostage by the word preternatural, wanting to  move on  but can't move on.
Lay down to sleep and go to bed.
Wake up with images sewn in my head.

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