I put drugs in my face


I put drugs in my face and i can't think why?
At 33 years old do i need to chase a high?
Am i old and acting young or youthful in old age?
Either way i have responsibilities that can't be essuaged.
No good feeling invincible if you have to pay a price
I hate what i do to myself but when i do it feels so nice

Its cool, its hip but if i'm still doing it by seventy
Would my plight be looked at with as much brevity?
I'm empty inside but full of self disdain
Is what i do a cure or the cause of all this pain?
Either way i know that one day I'll give it the kick.
But until that day comes i'll just have one more hit.

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