Description: No longer on drugs I gave this up for a new life for a life I've always wanted I still however think of my past mostly its dreams...I was with this person I mention for mm 4yrs! and we did drugs together
I awaken today from a dream I have dreamed countless times
Your standing above me with the needle & in it is our liquid poison
I lye there happy we have
Ready and waiting for you to inject me with our liquid fire
I can see this as clear as I can see the screen in front of me...
I wonder now awaken from this nightmare
When will I no longer dream of such things
When will the day come that I am no longer interested in our liquid poison
Now alert I shall sit here helpless...
Deep down secretly aching for this liquid poison
A temporary fix for life's problems I knew this
Living on cloud 9 even if it were only for a few moments
Made the days that much easier
This liquid poison carried the weight of the world
Or rather it removed the all the weight off these shoulders of mine
Even for only a few moments in time
I flew above this earth
I flew in the sky
With all the clouds and birds
All was well
But only until you injected me with our liquid poison
I like very much the overall feel of what you have here. Drugs poison the spirit and steal from the joy of living. It is great to see you positively express that. You have reached in and given a lot out.
I agree with Jessa as far as the grammar...it does need just a bit of work, but thats ok, the reader understands what you mean without proper grammar anyways. AND we all screw up with our grammar sometimes. (plus it's your poetry so you can do whatever you want with it, haha. Even make up words)
I've never been into drugs, (I've been high off of the smoke of marijuana but nothing more besides cigs), and would just like to say I am sure though after the beauty of the bliss of being high was over with, the world just went back to being a living hell? Just a thought that I was just curious about.
Either way, I find it interesting to read. Thanks for sharing.
I come from a long line of chronic relapse on heroin and know all too well about flying above the clouds. But I'd like to point out that those birds flying next to you were demons in disguise. There is nothing beautiful about the high and the lifted weight you felt was only pushed onto to someone else who loves you.
Anyway, about the poem...
Your grammar and spelling need work. example: I awoke... for the first sentence.
As I kept reading, it started to sound a lot like my stuff from my earlier days, but the last line threw me off. He only hit you once? Does that mean this blissful poem was a one time occurrence, or did you go through the depths of this addiction? I hope it was a one time thing, but those times don't usually happen when you first wake up unless it's your "wake up bag" to get you well. So basically... you lost me on the last line.