the confrontation,
the silent scream
sends me reeling
i am the eye witness
to your complete breakdown
feeling like this is all
one big dream.
it isn't.
manifest destiny
i tell myself
to make it easier,
to make it to the car
to make it to the clinic
to believe that detoxing
will kill the ills that
refuse to be truly
understood.
but the drugs make
judgements of their own,
an axis of evil
where no territory is safe
and every conversation is
an incendiary device.
i need to fight fire
with fire.
In my mind you're talking to yourself.
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