A short, dark poem about the needs that come with being a dope fiend. |
-Dope Fiend- by Keaton Foster Addictions Monsters turned friends All who hate my guts They are always taking me Into the darkest of depths Madness that won’t relent Life easily circumvented Alive within death My wicked heart beats My terrible mind believes My seared lungs rise and fall Numb I have become To everything except one thing One true power My absolute god of due diligence Failure is no option I must achieve my goal To get as high as the sky Way beyond any known plane Suffering none is my truth My one constant in a world Of ever-shifting absolutes At inappropriate times I convince myself that I am sure that I can beat it The most convincing lies Not based on any truth One toxic stew Has grown into others The fix must come The itch must be scratched Being a dope fiend has its ups For most of my time I don’t have to feel I don’t have to know Of all that I’ve done And of all that has been done Numb within Turned outward bound Those who love me See me with a vacant stare I know that they care But certainly I do not Escaping my own reality Is all that matters most Each jab of the needle Each pill in my wretched gut Gets me one step closer One foot deeper Into a hole from which I Am certain I will never escape… Dope Fiend Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |