Escaping
His teeth ache from the grinding;
His head is circling where his minds in.
He's high again and that's fine,
trying to escape his own mind.
The thoughts that confuse him,
that are almost abusing,
won't stop coming without blockade,
of this life for himself he's made.
But with the poison in his brain,
he feels calm and safe again;
The high ceases all the chatter...
...and nothing else seems to matter.
By J. Barrett
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