Just another hit
One
more time
I
promise I won’t ask again
Humbly
I beg
Patiently
waiting
Can you
see the pulse of my vein?
I’ve
drawn the leather
Strapped
and ready
Give it
to me,
Give it
to me,
Give…
it... to… me.
The
walls call my name
Saying they’re
my friend
I
pretend not to hear them
I swear
I am going insane
Even me
out
You
know what I need
I can
think for myself
Am
being held against my will
Am
thirsty, that’s why I have dry pursed lips,
Am
aware I lost pounds
I found
a few weight loss tips
Dilated
pupils?
Numb
tongued speech?
Episodic
shakes?
Please,
don’t mind these.
I… am not,
an addict!
This,
this, this,
This is
all an experiment
A gateway
to escape reality
Am at
the end of my thesis
Completing
the summary
I need
that tingling touch
Smooth
and real slow
I will
bounce back
Please
be my witness
Am
tired of lying awake
Tired
of this dull existence
Just
another hit
One
more time
Then I
promise I’ll quit
I can’t
stay locked in this cell
Remove
these chains from my wrist
Olsfred James 2013©
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