Junkie's Oasis

I

 dance

on

the

tip

of

a

needle

balance

on

razors

edge

shards

of

shattered

psyche

coursing

through

my

veins

glazed 

eyes

conceal

kaleidoscopes

of

delusional

illusions

trying

to 

get

back

to

that

place

the

oasis

gets

further

and 

further

away

and

the

desert

grows

bigger

and

bigger

till

it

dries

you

out

and

you

are

swept

away

and

nothing

remains

but

a

memory

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and that needle spirals downward, just like the life that rests upon it...and the old life, the sane one is but a memory...i like the thin lines, the precarious balance of this.

[terry smith]

thanks Jacob...I almost did it as a straight line but figured that would be too much for the reader