I take a powder, somehow
hunted down.
I’ve fallen to my knees,
they’ve caught me.

It’s this persuasion
of sweet sedation–
I wanted to fill the need.
Holes in my head, I bleed.
Seize desires!
Cease fire!

Tell yourself no, pull yourself back.
Chemicals wash over and my body slacks.
Reality blurs –it doesn’t matter—
I think they’ve taken over.

I am down, yet again
for a question.
I linger for doubt in fear;
waiting for the clear.

They find their way back.

They’ll hunt me down—
those relapsing hounds.

I’ll swallow again
and wallow a bit
but now I’m down.
It’s started again.

They sniff
till I’m snuffed
but I’m lost in it;
gave up,
had enough,
I forfeit.


About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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