If you are facing problems with addiction and it's affecting your health negatively, please reach out to your nearest and loved ones. If anything in this poem is hurtful to you in any way, please tell me. I'll take it down at once.
-Qii
alcohol is oxygen,
cigarettes like your paper-pen,
tiny pills gulped down like water,
of course, the world gets hotter.
dwindling eyes and paper skin,
can't live without your nitrogen,
escape to the belly of the beast
and on your soul he'll feast.
babyproof all that we can
heavier made's a futile ban
blood spatters not to our eye
find soul that wants to cry.
the world tilts not but rounds and bends
yourself you abandon yet defend
what do you hope to ever gain,
crippling what does remain?
freedom will never be just free
you have to pay with loyalty
and it seems you're running far behind
what sorts you to that kind.
the walk of pain is cold, I know
no flower there will ever grow
but if pain kills, we'd all be dead
so again wake in your bed.
my young eyes waver to your sight
and wonder where gone has your might
but the only one who'll cut straight through,
the only one ends up as you.
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Feathers: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA pencil is the spotlight of a soul. It tells them its okay to overflow. It tells them ideas are art, and that the best ones are masterpieces. Feathers is a collection of poetry by me to convey the beauty and undeniable strife of the world, and emot...
