Sunday, 12 March 2017

Spaced Out

He found a way to do his will
And now he’s in his place.
Like a picture, he lies there still –
Gazing blankly into space.

The light shines in his eyes
Yet there’s not a flicker or a flinch.
His senses have said there goodbyes
And now he does not move an inch.

The noises in the background
Cannot plant their seed;
Although he hears their sound
He does not feel the need.

Gone are his pains for now
As he travels in his mind.
When he wakes he’ll realise how
His troubles weren’t left behind.

But for now he is content
To lie and waste away,
Until his mind is spent
From being high that way.

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

A poem I wrote from a perspective, wasting away on drugs!

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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