Dosed

Or I could just leave, and then make a bet ,

Inside this empty little messed s**t of booze and cigarettes.

An isolated incident of cut throats and overdose

I’ll turn the dial back to normal,

Turn the adult to embryo.

And the strength that I’ll feel when I leave,

Will be a mixture of loose thoughts and a whole sense of peace.

The guns are drawn, we’ll see who shoots first.

And I bet it will be you, instead of me inside that goddamn hurst.

Pretty girl, not a clown

Right side up, less side down.

So sing me songs from the underground,

And search for s**t you think you may have found.

One responsible will be sensibility, in its own degree

With hearts in touch and dreams able.

I blame myself in shambles, but I blame you in a less decree.

So much left I can’t undo.

Life is left as positive and fortunate I hope you find that too.

Through a hopeful mind and some decline,

The pieces fall together like a story that never had a line.

Things are creeping,

Unspeaking,

Reality is pit falling ad reaching.

Yet forever I will always care

For all of those who kept me here

I think you kindly for your contribution to help this plight

For I will compensate you will all my might.

 

Reviews

[khalid]

awesome poem....i hope all teenager read this one and learn from it. i think most of teenagers curiousity makes them try things which they cant give up later. most of the people have bad habits which they think they have become parts of them and they can never think of giving them up...
i have really enjoyed reading this nice poem
well done really