Junk
that stinging pinch on your softest of skin
watching your life cloud inside that barrel
ready to plunge; head first into oblivion
the only place you can never take your pain
that feeling of warmth travelling ever upward
riding on a beating current of life and lies
doing it's work to take you out of this dirt
that's polluted your mind since before forever
and when it hits, it hits hard and you're reeling
you're gone, you have vacated your shell
and every little bit of pain you were feeling
has been numbed, left down below to be still
sooner or later you will have to come back
less you will suffer forever in your mind
but that feeling of sun, of floating on your back
is only a needle away
By J. Barrett
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