The Dark Endorphins

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a poem about the effects that amphetamines can have if you take too much and reach a state of paranoia. I don't feel that you can properly explain this feeling to anyone without them having been through it but I have tried my best.

This is my chemical reward,

My eyes dart from the window,

To the floor,

To the door,

Back up,

And to the window once more.


My endorphins are rushing,

I can feel myself buzzing,

The sweat dripping onto the cuffs of my shirt,

I never should have taken this much,

How the fuck am I meant to work?


It’s subsiding but then I see someone pass by,

Can they see the paranoia in my eyes,

The anxiousness and fear,

I wonder if they can smell it,

To hell with it.


I’m doing ok I think,

The sweating has kinda stopped,

I checked my pupils in the mirror,

Status: Not dilated that much,


My lips are dry,

They’re chapping,

I can hear my teeth grinding,

Voices appear from all around,

Everything is magnified,

Every single sound.


I’m coming down,

Thank fuck for that,

I was almost praying for it to happen,

Stupid choice devouring that other wrap.


I’m back now,

Back in the world,

I’m here,


Crystal clear.

Submitted: April 15, 2012

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