Herbs and glass

about drugs

Looking

calling

even searching

for a reason...

or an excuse.

Then in losing

and in finding

it doesn't matter anymore.

Paper clips 

and movie scripts

this can't contain me.

I wish to fly.

Justifying

satisfying

a pinch of sorrow

for the pain. 

The smell of dirt announces

my pleasure

and my pleasure's messenger

is waiting. 

Retrospect and introspect

get lost in myself.

Lost in my pain.

Catching

Stopping

finger dropping...

I see it wriggle,

marred with soot,

Breathe it out 

and Breath it in,

If I don't stop 

I can't begin.

But I realize,

as my head slowly starts to inflate

I've somehow lost my left foot.

I can't go back now,

but somehow...

I don't care. 

I need

and get

to fly. 

Reviews

[Saddam]

Retrospect and introspect
get lost in myself.
Lost in my pain.

It is nice write. Druggist do it regularly, not for showing but it want to fly.

[Sami Khalil]

You portray drugs in retrospect and with great inspection. Bravo.......