Sensation

 

Sensation

Feeling strange like a storm

Palms feeling sweaty

And droplets of moister on neck

 Muscles tensing

Apprehension rising

 

He’s talking in slow motion

Enjoy the ride

Laughing Hysterically

Fears and concerns gone

 

Colorful patterns swirling

Red

Blue

Yellow

My words will not come

I can taste them and feel them

The chill creeps in and out

All I can do is laugh

A beautiful sensation

Author's Note

I myself have never taken drugs, and don't plan to. This poem with purely inspried by the book "Go Ask Alice" when my teacher told us to write a poem on a passage from a book. This is her first time taking drugs.