The Loop
The calm sails down my bones
My skin being pulled down
Every noise that much more soothing
That much more relaxing
Nothing matters
For now
Time passes
The calm sails back up my bones
My skin is lifted back up
Anxiety fills my mind
Everything matters
For now
I reach down put the piece up to my lips and
Spark
Smoke fills my lungs and just like that
The calm is put in reverse once more
My skin rushes back down
Relaxed once more
Nothing matters again
Thank god
I am back
But how do I get out?
This poem is about:
Me