![]() OverdoseA Poem by Jacob Galloway
Pictures create nostalgia,
Which leads to broken hearts, From feelings that are now broken, And these pictures serve as injections, Of pain into my veins. Treat them as a drug, Because while these memories once brought a thrill, Now they only cause my pain, And degrade away from the present. And I ask myself now; Am I addicted to nostalgia? Or just these memories that come with it; Am I addicted to being sad? And I ask myself now, Does that even matter? For with my addiction, There is no rehabilitation-- And whichever I'm addicted to, Is simply an analysis-- One which leads to no solution. And I waste my time, Pondering which it is. I waste my time, In feelings of sorrow, And sadness, And brokenness. Should I give up? I search in my quest, For hope. And consistently I'm looking, For a reason not to give up. A reason to smile. A reason to breathe. This quest is difficult, And yet I am persistent. But persistence can be perceived as foolishness. So, does this endeavor make me foolish? And while I live on in my disease, The disease that is this addiction, Life injects me with more sadness, And these metaphorical veins collapse. For I cannot take anymore.
© 2016 Jacob Galloway |
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Added on September 7, 2016 Last Updated on September 7, 2016 |