...Cocaine Dreams

By SolApathy

I remember the first time
I smoked that stale cigarette
Behind the school was always a safe bet
13, just a teen -Budding out into the obscene
Bets of age- Toking becoming all the rage
In a basement den
2 of my friends, close within
Not really knowing what to do
Hitting that Mary Jane with you two
Through the years new better bongs appeared
Brimming in a gas mask longer did my high last
Then one day the high no longer sustained
My feelings too engrained
17 and dark
Cocaine became my spark
Lit me up with a love of a thousand-holy dove’s
My life at home a pale memory when she was with me
Needle borne –She became the calm in my storm
Never would my family know as I escaped
This brutal hell-scape
Lying in bed while laying frozen still
My body here--My soul on a sunsetting hill
Scream or hit me instead as the words from my lips you read
~I’ve run away for the last time today~
Anger mounting as my smile only deepens your rage
You see the needle that let me escape your cage
A fatal dose of chemical bliss is my farewell kiss

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Published on Friday, January 12, 2018. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...An empty syringe once full of lost dreams sent me to a place with no more screams

Comments on "...Cocaine Dreams"

A former member wrote: Very honest. I really enjoyed it.
On Monday, January 15, 2018, Drea (1388) wrote:

Your words go straight to the core. This reminded me of a friend that I miss dearly. You write pain so...eloquently.
On Monday, January 8, 2018, Cassette (1087) wrote:

this is very edgy and the cadence reads perfectly.
On Sunday, January 7, 2018, Cattarax (211) wrote:

Amazingly breathtaking!!
On Sunday, January 7, 2018, midnights voice (957) wrote:

As guilty I can't condemn . But on the other side I can warn . The river is too swift it will sweep you away .
A former member wrote: The struggle is beyond what most can comprehend... This is deep, real, raw.. I hope you can find solace. Thank you for sharing this.