It's hard to reflect on my memories and pain
When I've spent the last few years smoking out my brain
Fuzzy details, remembering can be a strain
But I tell myself it's what I need to keep myself sane
So I get high again and again
I look at myself through that windowpane
Watching myself smoke myself down the drain
Time passing me by like the falling rain
Day after day, get high then maintain
I want to be better, I want to break the chain
But I'm a hypocrite, I'm smoking now as I explain
- 3/15/21
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Garrulous
PoetryA collection of poems based around whatever was running through my mind at the time. Whether it be my life experiences or just a dumb idea I thought of. Feel free to hop around to whatever poem catches your eye, they vary widely in tone and theme. I...
