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...Terrors of the mind
By SolApathy
Into the epic trance of ecstasy
Knowing what others miss
My drug fueled
Bliss
Trapped in a place where I feel there is infinite space
Ribbons and ties
The beauty of something so nice
Warmth and comfort caress my skin
The tightness of this jacket
I feel within the womb
All the others gathered I see their gloom
Never understanding why their eyes glisten with tears
Touching my face like I’m not even here
I whisper to the sadness that surrounds
No one seems to listen to my caressing sounds
Not to worry, allay your fear
I am fine; I find comfort here
Reaching out to touch the sadness dripping on my face
Finding I can’t move from this
Place
Struggling; my whispers become cries
I see their words on their lips, silent whispers out of my grasp
Struggle to read the words they say
I catch a frightening phrase
Permafried and burned out his brain; let him go-- nothing remains
My cries to screams as I realize it’s not a dream
Realize they can’t hear my thoughts; my desire
Dire
Broken and torn
My nightmare
Born
Needle creeps into my vein
Screaming in savage silence as they take what
…Remains
Knowing what others miss
My drug fueled
Bliss
Trapped in a place where I feel there is infinite space
Ribbons and ties
The beauty of something so nice
Warmth and comfort caress my skin
The tightness of this jacket
I feel within the womb
All the others gathered I see their gloom
Never understanding why their eyes glisten with tears
Touching my face like I’m not even here
I whisper to the sadness that surrounds
No one seems to listen to my caressing sounds
Not to worry, allay your fear
I am fine; I find comfort here
Reaching out to touch the sadness dripping on my face
Finding I can’t move from this
Place
Struggling; my whispers become cries
I see their words on their lips, silent whispers out of my grasp
Struggle to read the words they say
I catch a frightening phrase
Permafried and burned out his brain; let him go-- nothing remains
My cries to screams as I realize it’s not a dream
Realize they can’t hear my thoughts; my desire
Dire
Broken and torn
My nightmare
Born
Needle creeps into my vein
Screaming in savage silence as they take what
…Remains
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Monday, February 27, 2017.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Taking what life is left of me; you decided I was not to....BeComments on "...Terrors of the mind"
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A former member wrote:
To me, this speaks to the very nature of addiction. As a recovering opiate addict, when I was using, I never understood why people were so sad for me when I was so happy just by being high. Drug lenses are indeed powerful, love. Great job! Queen Reb;).
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On Monday, February 27, 2017, Drea
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wrote:
...and all is right in the darkness known as DP. I've been craving darkness lately. This fed that. It just felt right in a not so right way.
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On Monday, February 27, 2017, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Was thinking electro-shock, and then maybe a near-death experience, and finally a chemical cleansing - none a comforting choice. Guessing this might be what a toxic cocktail might feel like to a condemned man too. More likely, just a therapeutic dose of manageability. An outstandingly well-written brush with terror SA - let me loosen that jacket and cheers! - Dan
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