The Edge of Reason
the friction of addiction
gave me the sensation of
intense contemplation-
I knew not of happy things,
only pitiful things of pondering
with severe meditation.
I wandered into a spiraled
deep tortured abyss,
when my sanity is all I did miss-
I felt a fever rush with intense
insecurity,
living a life free of confidence
and full of raged obscurity.
when I realized my depression
became my own recession,
I became a woman with desire
to fall deeper into oblivion’s fire-
I knew not of simplicity but of
the harshness of the world,
and on my bed in the fetal
position I laid there curled.
things that threw me out on
reason’s edge,
became my life’s mission of
standing on the ledge-
forgiveness of myself,
no material items nor wealth,
could save me from this alleged…
poor wretched health.
I needed not things of
proper counsel’s saving,
cuz’ this madness in my mind
was all I was craving-
I threw out all things with
joy as sorrow I did employ,
I needed new asphalt for
my soul’s paving.
now I sit in complete isolation,
desiring the most honest
condemnation-
I felt a crush upon my chest,
and you can guess the rest…
I regretted my own creation.
August 30, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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