Letters and Diary Poetry posted March 7, 2009 |
Life of an addict
Magic Dust
by Dklrdmcches
I live the life of a warrior,
Doing time as if it does not exist. Greatness follows me as I don the cape. Grabbing the mirror of excess, I begin. Stretching through the cosmos, I take another hit of the magic dust. Pausing as though I am untraditional, I stagger to the table for another rush. Falling into a haze, I ponder the reality Of not living as though I am an addict. Shaking because I have not had another hit, I kneel before the God of a drug induced rage. Not being as cute as I was, I beg for another chance, another life. As I begin the process, I take another hit. After hours of snorting, I pass through the door. The magic dust of my being takes hold. |
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