Temporary

 

These iron chains, they’re tied to me

Mind used, abused, a walking travesty

Etched deep, lines and lines, lined up

Holes blown in our blooming minds

Weak in will but strong at heart

Soft in manner, loud in thought

Wanted to restart, a brand new me

Pop a pill, take a tab, I felt free to do it all

I swear I was flying… until the fall

Fall down until I bled through the cracks in a relentless jumble called common sense

I swear it was pretense, pretend

Trudged, plowed through emotions caught and warped by my clouded mind

A blinding form of the highest high

And soon one comes to rely on that consumed power

The yearn for that happiness like no other

That rush that high that urge to take that leap and fly

Excuses made, I should not this time, but fine,

I’ll take a dip or so

And as an hour goes by, time seems to slow

Still sober, should I take a bit more?

Adrenaline kicks in

Jaws begin to clench, mind starts to spin

And suddenly life seems to clear up as if wiping a dirt encrusted window clean

This feeling I want to feel forever

This bond that brings us all together

But how can we be so close when every natural part of who we are is replaced with a gross

Substance devouring us

So we mindlessly think nothing of the heat, the sick, stomachs turning

Body burning with foreign ambition

And out flies the morals you swore you believed in

Gums sore, pupils as large as the moon

Glossy and vague, our pulse starts to change

Beating faster and faster and soon

We feel the urge to grasp and bite

Lost in a rapid state of mind

This feeling like you’re on top of the world

But the next day, when you feel buried alive under tons of emotions with nowhere to hide them

You come to realize the impact it has upon your life, the strife, the tears

And days months or years after, the damage and the expected disaster

 

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