Reality Soar

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
My headaches make for high trip poems.

Submitted: July 05, 2010

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A Poem by Mariah Joy
Stepping into reality


All the days
Blur together, melt
Trickle
Pass me…
Constant pain
4 pills can’t
Cure
No food temps me
Bed stays cold
Never
Leaving the house
Stopped talking
To people, friends
Calls
Never answered
Every headache
Makes me feel
Different
Not myself
Like I’m high
Flying
Well beyond
Clouds, Stars
Or
I could be falling
Coming down from
 An acid trip
Like
My brain is scrambling
To get back to the
Reality
My body already stepped into


© Copyright 2017 Mariah Joy. All rights reserved.

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