Poems

A Woman's Worse Nightmare

You burn my throat,

But warm my heart.

You cause my vision to haze;

I’ll forget moments that others have engraved.

Happiness, anger, and lust; emotions that are innate.

The varying factor of said emotions,

Are the reactions they stimulate.

My blood is boiling.

My steps are staggered,

Yet all I can think is that

NOTHING MATTERS!!!

Matter…

To take up space,

But in that sense

I am a waste!

A waste of space in a place

Where no one will remember my face!

Or even care if I’ve been misplaced,

in the trunk of someone’s car

Where I’ll either starve and die.

Or wake up in the city of Shanghai,

never again seeing my family and friends.

That may be my fate...when the drug sets in…

And my life ends.