...Parabolic...Entanglement

By SolApathy

I want to smoke some weed
Chill out with my blade and bleed
Drain the thoughts from my mind
Take the pills and leave life behind
Burrow into my 6-foot-deep shell
Close the door and pretend everything is well
Silence of the eternity my only relief
If only you could see this was my path to peace
Harmony is an evolution of parabolic thought
 Rendered in the blood of feelings—fought
Scurry down the drain of the inane, thoughtless, and profane
Giggle as the torrential drumbeat of too many choices at our feet
I chose so I’d never have to choose again
A thought to end all thoughts
A choice finally made
I take one last glance at life as I penetrate my existance with this blade. 

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Copyright 2018 SolApathy
Published on Friday, December 21, 2018.     Filed under: "Ironic" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Now that I'm gone you can sing a song of all the things I did...Wrong
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  • TheMidnightMorrigan On Thursday, June 6, 2019, TheMidnightMorrigan (12)By person wrote:

    Such power in these words. I think we've all longed for that silence at some point.

  • RaheemaFKM On Thursday, May 23, 2019, RaheemaFKM (151)By person wrote:

    I feel a bit wrung out right now, but I just had to let you know I felt this piece. I think life drugs us all at different points, and the drugs are always compelling and destructive no matter what form they take. All we can hope for in the end is a recovery from all the pain within. Until we need it to write and feel again...naturally. But listen to me ramble. Thanks for sharing this. It needed to breathe.

  • Roxxi On Tuesday, January 1, 2019, Roxxi (20)By person wrote:

    My drug of choice was meth and let me tell you that caused so much pain for me and my loved ones. At first I was angry with them for not seeing the pain I was in but recovery has a way of changing the addict's mind.

  • I IS ME On Saturday, December 22, 2018, I IS ME (390)By person wrote:

    Still processing which means it was good. We like to think on a thing. Thanks

  • dwells On Saturday, December 22, 2018, dwells (5699)By person wrote:

    A definite victim of the holiday blahs, I'd guess my friend Sol. We are all too ready to beat up on ourselves, when a ready world awaits to mete out a smorgasbord of tortures. Cheers! - Dan


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