Fed In My Head

How many times

have I taken pause

to reflect what eyes

of mine they saw.

Glassed over from

an intake of wicked

things alter states

they reality twisted.

I am inebriated too

much I divulge but

regret will not grow;

the past drugs shut.

Moments spawn I

find me redefine me

so all that’s mystery

my eyes will try see.

The twisted places

intoxication brings;

to soothe pain fast,

I do on paper sing.

I see a weak grasp

on the past evolve;

I a worldly logic I

use to a hurt solve.

Burn through me

the drugs me I fed.

I’d rather have you

in my head instead.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Aliax says:

    Golden
    Brown
    Texture like
    Sun!

    Like

  2. Katherine says:

    Great poem!
    You could read a book with every of your poems.

    Have a wonderful week ahead! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you Katherine. You too.

      Liked by 1 person

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