CRANK

This is a piece of poetry that I had to write (for school) about methamphetamine.

Crank the volume in my system

So my hands begin to shake,

And I feel the pounding in my head.

The anticipation to my heart

When my palms begin to sweat.

I just woke up but now I'll faint again.

What used to be a long day 

Is now a trial to stay alive.

I feel the surge beneath my skin.

The daylight burns my eyes.

The ocean drapes around my legs

And consumes the entirety of my soul.

I drop the pipe from my lips.

The insects crawl beneath my clothes.

The creatures on the outside told me I was crazy.

But someday they will see,

When Crank stops inspiring me.

This is the animal I have become,

This is who I was meant to be.