I know there is a poetry section on hip forums but i thought this one particular pertained to those struggling with opiate addiction. I wrote it yesterday and i think it really reflects a lot of what i saw during those years. Lady-Lay: Conversations between the breeze this is where I want to be she whispered back and forth to me sky illuminated sun set to flame what is all this beauty does it have a name endless miracles even as we sweat impurities deep inside expel all that hides In dark alleys It stole her soul gave her ground to dig a cave so deep “Why don’t you bury me I can hardly sleep.” “Why do you bother to stay, my heart has turned to clay.” She implied that the mask gave her strength as it only fit her face she claimed, “this is where I belong this is my resting place.” The truth of reality crumbled beneath her logic fell free and broke into debris inviting insanity from the mirror on the vanity caging the thoughts clustered in her mind devouring any beauty the she could find.
