Connections to Relations

Instant.

Like the pain that spreads after you're cut.

Sharp.

Like the confident model shows her strut.

Immense.

Like the weight of world on your shoulders.

Secretive.

Like oxygen flowing to embers as they smoulder.

Reality sinks into my heart,

as the needle routinely invades my arms.

My freedom lies clandestine,

as this darkness controls my mind.

Flowers paralyzed by life's choice,

as this drug intentionally stuns my voice.

Life's big picture debuted this date,

connecting to the flower....I sadly relate.

Radiant.

Like the beauty of a Goddess of ancient.

Deceive.

Like the hustler's victory planned in a sleeve.

Reward.

Like the luminous gold of the rainbow's accord.

Destroy.

Like post Achilles' horse ride through Troy.

Vastness of space plagues my soul,

as my habit eradicates any thoughts of control.

Beautiful comets soar in the sky,

as addiction delivers such convincing lies.

Infinitely God watches with disgust,

as the tracks forsake their remnants of toxic love.

Seeing lessons in the stars hiding the Gates,

connecting with what lies above...I start to relate.

Deprive.

Like a cactus who can barely survive.

Slow.

Like cancer creeps before you know.

Motivate.

Like training to eventually grow great.

Wrong.

Like my decision of heroin all along.

Electric lights fill the cage,

as I'm stuck and deterred from the page.

Inquiry floods their rapid mind,

as dependency rages all throughout my hide.

Death greets all one by one,

as my vitals flirt with becoming none.

In too deep and possibly far to late,

connecting with zombie bugs...once more I relate.

Flowers.

Stuck in place for the remaining hours.

Space.

Far to great yet we proceed with haste.

Bugs.

Caught by the light, for me the drug.

Relate.

Connections made so maybe it's not to late.

Personal creed is decimated with shame,

like the flower who dies in vain.

Ignorance led me to depths unknown,

like in space we claim to be alone.

Persistence will make me like the rest,

like the bugs who fly until they zap to death.

The connections of relation may have changed my fate,

Flowers, space, and bugs tonight...I'm glad I relate!!