One More Hit

Describes my a little bit of my life

one more hit

i look at my life
as a endless black hole
that leads to
who knows where
in a sense of desperation
i put the joint to my mouth
suck in the air
and wait for five seconds
then blow at
"that was a good hit" i say aloud
to the drugs i am a piece of paper that they can crumble
oh the desperation is there
another hit
it makes me feel so good
so amazing
so…..
alive
the weed smells fresh
i can't wait any longer
so of course i take yet another hit
this time a bigger hit
each time its bigger and bigger
until the joint is no more
no more
nonsense i will just role another one
i put the weed slowly but surely
into the paper i role spit and light
in yet another sense of desperation and agony
i again hit the second joint
to much pain
to much sorrow
not enough happiness
another hit
at this point i am so stoned
that nothing matters
no problems
no worries
not anything
one more hit i say to myself
i hit it and put it out and save the rest for later
an hour later which seems like eternity
i light it and hit it again
i am all out of weed now
what do i do
how do i handle myself
where can i go
what can i do
all those questions are unanswered at the moment
this the mind of a pot smoker known as pot head
for this is the mind of me
but i know
deep down inside
benath all
the sorrow
and pain
and discust
and the agony
and horror
and tears
i know
deep down
beanth all that
is a man
a man who is happy
healthy
living life to the fullest
and doesn't smoke pot
but that man is deep down
inside
now the question lies
what will it take for me to reach that happy man
i don't know what it will take
but i am sure
and postive
that i won't get to him or anyone
if i
take
one more hit