Base Free

This poem is 20 years in the making. It was written to be performed as spoken word. Feedback is always welcome.

Base Free

The first time you try it everything changed
The feeling rushes in, nothing else stayed
No feelings of pain, it’s all rearranged
No heartache, no sorrow and no more shame

The fear starts growing, who’s at the door
The invisible man, he’s under the floor
Minutes become hours, hours turn to days
Where did the time go, I’m lost in this maze

Just one more hit, then I will sit
Try to relax, just give me a bit
Now it is gone, no more to be had
You start checking the floor, it’s driving you mad

Thoughts invade, there must be one more
You call and order, he is at the door
It never stops and never ends
You are forever changed, until the end

Now darkness comes. It rushes in like a wave.
Am I dying? Or am I finally saved?
Synapses firing. A chaotic brain dying.
Soon I’ll learn the truth. They’ve all been lying.

© Jordan Mandic 2025

Reviews

[Kane Hagwood]

Thankfully my experience with harder substances only really went to cocaine, but I cut it out cold turkey after a while. I never like the feeling afterword, and obviously it wasn't good for my health. I'm thankful that was many years ago. This poem reads like a dark, cryptic tale.
"The invisible man, he's under the floor." You know, that line makes my skin crawl a little, and I can't explain why. It has a tremendous effect. I enjoyed this; thank you for sharing your work :)
-Kane