Thoughts Never Transmitted

Liberation

I know I said I write poems based on what I feel...and this IS how I felt. (P.S doesn't mean I'm a drug addict okay ?)

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I take the pills 

Drown them in a glass of water

and then the world spins

I can feel it !

something building up inside of me, that exciting and enthralling feeling I get,

cannot be expressed in mere words.

The sounds dissolve around me

my eyes blur

and I stumble

I am enjoying it !

The lights get brighter !

I can hear voices inside my head ! or are they around me ? 

I cannot tell.

I am at the epitome of myself now.

I have achieved the height of my art.

At the height of my grace

I am everything now, all at once.

Even though I stumble,

under the effect of the pills I take.

I can feel the words ! Oh !

They are alive !

I can forget anything I want to forget 

I don't feel any pain !

After all, right now, I am being controlled by the pills I take.

Yes, I know that, yet

I feel free ! Liberated !