Category: Writers Block
Why the Hell Am I Standing In This Shopping Mall When There's Nothing On Sale?
Pill bottles scatter the table,
drug paraphernalia is skewed on the floor.
You're not considering committing suicide,
you're just attempting to escape your gruesome memories.
You're playing the dangerous game
you've been repeatedly warned about.
You try desperately to hide behind
the addictive high and your doubt.
The most expensive price to pay
is life.
A brain cell dies
as each second passes by.
Brain cells don't come cheap,
but that doesn't matter when you're asleep.
How strong of a shield is your hazy present
from your haunted past?
Is your hallucinated psychiatrist
prescribing enough medication?
You're running away to a place
from which it's difficult to return.
Hopefully, your brain will escape the fire
before it's completely burned.
The most expensive price to pay
is life.
A brain cell dies
as each second passes by.
Brain cells don't come cheap,
but that doesn't matter when you're asleep.
Your threads of thoughts are tangled and lost
in the cloudy rainbow of smoke.
Collecting rocks and cutting grass;
you work hard to keep afloat.
You supply and fuel your engine
by inhaling coke.
You only stop making pig noises
when you begin to choke.
The most expensive price to pay
is life.
A brain cell dies
as each second passes by.
Brains cells don't come cheap,
but that doesn't matter when you're asleep.
Very good raven, but it triggers a lot of bad memories. Very good imagery though. You made it so the reader can feel the anger and disappointment in it. I like it.
Dam! I love this one! Hmm. Your right though, the most to pay is life.
I know I'm late to post to this, but I couldn't resist. This poem is very good. Thank you for sharing it.