Burning Pages

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This is a true story of a dark time in high school when I lost myself to drugs and alcohol. I desperately wanted the lord but I continued down a path of darkness. You'll see many allegories in this, try to decipher them.

Submitted: December 11, 2015

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I let you slip right through my fingers,

Just like cold, smooth sand...

Questions and tears alike covered my face,

 As I held my demon in my hand...

 

While I burned the pipe,

I burned a chapter of my life...

Regrets fill up my limited lungs,

 For I have found a deep disguise for my sorrow and strife...

 

Where does this leave me?

As my mind is permeated with memories and smoke...

What drives a man to such decisions?

 I see my demon shed his dark, black cloak...

 

No light shines from this hallucination,

With no control of neither physical or mental state...

I lay eyes on you in the moon, shining bright,

 I contemplate on how to determine fate...

 

Another pipe loaded,

Another load lit...

My eyes mirror the color of hell,

As I take another hit...

 

The lighter burned the herb,

As well as a page in my Life's book...

It's wasting away like the smoke in the air,

I can't do anything but glance at the moon for another look...

 

I reach for your hand,

 But I am to numb to feel...

I am so far away in the sky,

Surely this isn't real...

 

Denial is impossibility,

My lungs crave the inhalement...

There is no turning back,

This new evil desire is my body's enhancement...

 

Who is this who passes the pipe?

 I don't remember this creature...

 He doesn't show familiar appearance,

He doesn't show familiar features...

 

It must be the drug,

 It can't be anything else...

 I need you here,

As my personal oath melts...

 

Pain, anger, misery, sorrow, strife,

Causes and effects of asinine decisions...

I can't survive without you,

I can't survive under these conditions...

 

Once again caught up in hell,

I find myself trapped in numerous cages...

Not only are my lungs on fire,

But I can't distinguish my Burning Pages...

 


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