PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I was a fool to think I wouldn't get caught out there

that I could be any different from anyone else

I've been told the stories many times before

It was calling me....

Why did I think I was an exception?

Was I blinded?

One little hit was all I took...

and in the process I was betrayed

Did I really need it?

Did I really achieve it?

I should have lkearned by example

but noooooo....I had to experiment on my own

when I first took it in, I almost passed out

toxic spirals, too potent to ignore the virals

I saw it happen to my boys...moms...pops....wifey....

all became addicted...

I felt it. Inhaled it. Breathed it...

the minute I went from left to right

in my chamber of composition

and before you knew it, I became addicted

I cannot decipher the reasons why such a substance

is taught in schools, fought for in contests,

and the most confusing part, aids you

with your innermost expression

I guess what I'm saying doctor, is

if poetry is so bad, then why does it help me live?