Ok this is a difficult subject for me..When I first became mentally ill I was untreated by doctors. I didn't understand what was wrong with me so I began self medicating with painkillers and  I became addicted I wasn't sure about putting this poem up but maybe it will give insight to others..



I need that feeling

like floating on the ceiling

that warm fuzz inside

sinking in a cloud that soars and glides

I chase that high in every way

I ache for that peace everyday

my body screams out for those tablets of joy

only more is never enough and my senses annoy

so tomorrows mountain is today's worry

I might catch up with yesterday if I hurry

to stop feeling pain is all I ask

but that is the punchline

.. Its a futile task.

◄ Garden hopping

The rift ►


Big Sal

Sat 11th Aug 2018 15:27

By the second-to-last line, it makes the reader want to start again much like the cycle that it was written about. Words are an addiction all their own, but at least they won't destroy us right? Writing can help ease some of the stress some of the time. Here's hoping you keep it up, for all it's worth.?

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Sat 11th Aug 2018 14:05

Describes the hustle beautifully

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Taylor Crowshaw

Sat 11th Aug 2018 13:48

Wow how eloquently makes me sad but helps me to understand
Great work.. ?

<Deleted User> (19836)

Sat 11th Aug 2018 12:21

A beautifully written, heartfelt poem! Thank you for sharing your feelings and try to remember....there is always light at the end of the tunnel! Jane?

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Sat 11th Aug 2018 10:34

A great poetic insight into addiction,more of these will get your readers your poems.Well done

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