In this drugged river of life
Knotted by chords of excitement
Twisted into feelings high
We run in attempts to fly
As the effects wear off
We touch golden moments
Rich spikes of godliness
In a sea of senselessness
As do tidal waves high
Only to fall back unto itself
We mingle back in drugged life
Caught into tentacles of strife
Until anti-gravity emerges
Again as firecrackers, timed
We shoot into the sky
Showing genuine love by
Then to fall back in abyss
Made in a web called life
An opium misunderstood
Glued into it to brood
A skin made to be fast paced
With a bone slow as a snail
Life is a conundrum, misfit
Until the drugs wear off it
Our love lasting as bubbles
Above the boiling red hell
Of our own graceless life, distant
Lost in its own gravity, each instant
Poet's Corner 