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The Reaper's Pill

I got into my wildest fantasy several times. I thought about escape and I thought about wicked crimes. The infatuation I had for Reaper’s pill brought me to a new place. I’ve been away from my norm for a thousand days. It feels so good when you know it is bad. I wish to be happy when life is just really sad. So I stole the car’s key to drive away and watch the road's width. I live in my so-called world where I have nothing to deal with. Is there any worthy reason to look up at the morning sky? If I live in my worst lies, I have these big wings to fly! Because there is an infinite imagination in my addiction. Life is made up of mixed-colors filled with poignant illusion. I’m dreadful inside and you know I need help! I’m possessed with distortion and it hides in kelp. Oh, my damned soul is lost in an exhilarating world! I wish to be saved and not to be hurled.

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Date: 12/28/2020 3:06:00 AM
It sounds like you love living in your addiction, it is often said "we don't trul want to get rid of our pain because it is our baby and if we get rid of it, we will feel empty" been there, after eons of counselling I faced my monsters. lol, then again I'm old. Been beaten broken shaved and sliced, still here, sending you strength of spirit, M R
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Date: 12/27/2020 8:13:00 AM
Powerfully intoxicating write. Well done sir, well done.
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