Crack

Burn choke crack

Smoking Crack 

To fill the crack 

Smells like crack 

To just get some smack

Id be alive again

Feel alive again 

Try again 

Walking on eggshells 

Looking out the windows 

Someones at the door

Open it slightly 

The light peaks in 

Nobody is there

Wound up wound out

Completely burnt out 

Crying out for the sounds to stop

Stop sounding it out 

A mess in the mirror 

A mess in the world 

The world is a mess 

And I’m in the mirror 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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