no one knows what's in it,
just know that he can't quit.
at first it was different,
a new feeling,
one that consumed him,
one that he didn't mind to last forever.
but forever didn't last.
and now he's consumed with a new feeling
one that irks him,
tells him something is missing,
that what he has right now isn't enough.
so he gets another dose
shoots it up his arm or down his throat.
as long as he doesn't feel like a ghost,
watching over his body that won't even evoke
a sense of shame.
he doesn't know it's lame,
just know it keeps him tamed.
he doesn't ask questions,
doesn't know what's in it,
just know he can't quit.
YOU ARE READING
wabi-sabi
Poetry🎍| more of the same...lessons to gain, & writing to lessen the strain. the same but more evolved soul puts it all down once seeing life for what it is & isn't. New journal, new creator. This time around I'll be more raw, more vulnerable, more open...
