I was randomly going through old poems and found this one I wrote one time on coke. It compares someone who used to be my friend, with myself. How she became homeless, and how it sucks both figuratively and literally. I named it “Drug Trip”. Fitting?
The world spins round
The clouds fall to the ground
Life stops, then starts again in secret
Hide life in the shaddows and watch it dissapear
Return to the light and fade away
Forget the dark, misfit the light, fall
She’s all alone, she hits the bone
Pierces through every nerve
Fall to the ground
Pretend the darkness doesn’t bound
You to the pain that’s left inside
Yourself, that soul
That dark hard stone inside you
You lost yourself
Pitty you fell so damned far
You lost yourself but can’t admit it
Learn to remember who you really are
Or fade away to darkness
So similar but so different
You can’t admit that you’re the same
You won’t relate to that worn out old fool
But one time we were friends..
One time we ruled the world
Dressed up, prettied up
And then we hit the streets
Looking for? Nothing good
Finding? A home, I guess,
If that’s what you call a home..
Too bad that home provides no shelter
What happens when it rains?
When your sadness finally hits you
Will you simply run away?
What the fuck happened to you?
You’ve taken a turn for the worse
Lost control of everything
Even of yourself…
How long until you gain control?
Fade away until the day comes
Someone will save you, or maybe save yourself
Run, run very far away
Someday you will find where you belong