is diametrically opposite to yours,
and as the alcohol pours,
i light up and then i write up,
ignoring the scenery of the drink,
for i cannot even think,
i cannot even grasp the current moment;
it passes, and i pass out to find out
that without the high i feel less alive.
Luka.
This was my life for
more years than I care to count.
2 years sober now.
Best 2 years of my adult life.
I love this poem,
thank you for sharing it.
That’s amazing, keep it up. Thank you for reading and stopping by. :)
Nice write up.
Though they wish to be high, their actions at that time only brings them low