Tears form in my eyes,
It's no surprise.
I can't understand why,
I don't really want to die.
I know its unhealthy,
But I Loved getting high.
It's hard to stop this guy,
The harder i try,
The more I cry.
Giving in again,
Strengthening his Tie.
Every time I Deny,
It's urges,
He surges forth,
Searching for More,
Running through my core.
A mental war,
Until we score.
Riding the Lightning,
Crashing to the floor.
"I can't take it any more,"
My Spirit roars.
All the Cells Implore,
The need to restore,
Balance to this Machine.
Screaming I wean,
Changing the Routine.
Intervening in between,
What's dirty and clean.
Fruits of wisdom to glean,
Rearranging the scene.
Staging the past,
Clearing the screen.
Removing the obscene,
Learning what i mean,
Becoming a Power Unforeseen.
The Other guy,
Remains to be seen.
About the Creator
Keith McHugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.
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Your incredible piece of art that highlights this article appears to be a mix between Van Gogh and a Mayan. So neat.
Awesome poem.