My Final Escape

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A short poem on living with an addiction.

Submitted: July 10, 2017

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Welcome to a world of paid pleasure 

 

They call us the scum, but we perceive what they cannot 

 

When my mind leaves my body I am free

 

Truly free, free from a human body 

 

I leave to a far away place 

 

Where I cannot sense my senses 

 

Floating in euphoria 

 

Seeing beings of the past, present and future 

 

But then I come crashing down at terminal velocity 

 

My soul slams back into my body 

 

And now I must chase down the escape 

 

Creeping through the shadows like a vile creature 

 

Stealing and selling, desperately rushing for my next departure 

 

I only live for the high 

 

I reside where others once lived, I live amongst the abandoned halls

 

I sit in the dark room, paint stripped from walls, shattered glass lying on the floor

 

I look at the small pills in my hand 

 

Grateful for another escape 

 

My final escape

 

As I don't intend to return this time


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