Strapped arm, exposed veins
Longing for that express train
Pick me up and fly me away
A place forbidden, I intend to stray
Drifting through the loosened realm
Hearing voices of morbid sound
Unwinding through this illusory trip
Deceptive antidote may cause me to slip
My body hungers for its addictive feed
My mind shrieks cries of dismal pleads
So longing to visit comfortably numb
Wasted…I’m omitted, the drug I’ve become
Will reality draw me back, somehow
Demons jerk me with indecent howls
Serenity of this spellbinding state
My own devices, my own world to create
To bring me back is to invite pain
To alert me requires myself to blame
Wasted to bogged skin and skinny bone
Entices me to wander hopelessly alone
Please don’t withhold me from this high
My transfer is not complete, inwardly I die
Loved ones can’t understand each passage I roam
Delusional is my destination, my foreboding home
Salwa Samra ©2012
All rights reserved. Reproduction in whole or part without permission is prohibited.
Dedicated to my friend who lost his life through an overdose.
About the Creator
Salwa Samra
Salwa Samra is a New Zealand-born, Australian Lebanese author, poet, cultural critic & investigative researcher, anchored in a Christian biblical worldview, shaped by a profound reverence for poetry, history, philosophy and relevance.
Keep reading
More stories from Salwa Samra and writers in Poets and other communities.
Public Safety Order
Effective immediately, access to Water Source 3B is prohibited under Public Safety Ordinance 14.7. This determination follows a review of ongoing irregularities, unregulated activity, and conditions deemed unsuitable for continued public interaction. Physical barriers will be installed, and all unofficial markers, offerings, and points of entry will be removed to prevent further incident. These measures are not punitive. They are necessary.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 days ago in Poets
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.