Choices [working title]

Two pm and I'm here again

Wasted on another afternoon

Sit and stare without a care

Spins some way too soon

These days everything blends together

Avoiding reality has gone on forever

Show me the trantric rainbow sky

All of the breath taking colors fluttering by

Go on without me if you can handle what is real

But I'll be here waiting

Silently fading

Because I'm not ready to heal

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

The warm cocoon of a high from ones DOC. It doesn't have to be chemical. Mine's sins of the flesh. This is a good poem and gets the author's message into the readers brain right on target. Good Job Alica.