Another Dose of Smack

Like a feather in the breeze

I’m floating in mid-air

Mind and body at ease

Where am I? I’m still not aware

Now I’m going higher

Away from the calm sea below

Am I’m still going higher

But where exactly? I really don’t know

Now everything around looks white and gray

I must be in the clouds

Which probably is real far away

From the sea below which the clouds now shroud

Am I in paradise?

But then I must be dead

How did I meet my demise

If I really am dead?

I seem to be alone here

Is someone watching me?

But who is this spying seer

Who I cannot see?

****! My head hurts

Maybe it’s because I’m so confused

Show me your face you ******* pervert

And help me outta this state bemused

Shit! I’m falling down now

Back to the sea below

Gravity suddenly seems to have remembered somehow

That I’m not a feather or a flake of snow

**** you gravity!

I don’t wanna come down

Below to the deep blue sea

For I fear I may drown

But I’m still falling

Down towards the sea

Gravity doesn’t seem to be listening

To my desperate plea

I close my eyes

As I try to stop my descension

Through the turbulent skies

Towards an equally turbulent ocean

Ouch! My body ******* aches

I must’ve hit the water

I open my eyes to find myself lying awake

On the bed which was once my daughter’s

I’ve returned to the real world

This is where I dwell

But I hate this world

My life here is hell

Once upon a time

I was a happy man

Leading a life sublime

Until my tryst with heroin began

I remember the first time

I tried it with a friend

Back then, I was in my prime

A young man trying to follow the latest trend

It was a great feeling

Of euphoria and of joy

That was the beginning

Of an addiction that would destroy

The crystalline white powder

Became my life

My refuge and shelter

Essential for me to survive

It originated in Afghan poppy fields

And found its way to my veins

Travelling thousands of miles through smugglers and peddlers

All the way to my brain

Soon, I lost my job and my family

Money and whatever I had

My wife and daughter hated me

Because of an addiction that had driven me mad

I loved them

My daughter and my wife

But my addiction condemned

Them to leave me and my life

I tried kicking the habit

But life without smack was hellish

I would writhe in pain if I didn’t have a hit

Just like sans water a fish

I survived each dose

But needed another to survive in turn

Heroin made life less painful and morose

But now it was something impossible for me to spurn

I sold everything

To fuel my addiction

And now I’m left with nothing

Except for a life of affliction

There’s no way outta this hell

It’s too late to go back

My only escape

Is another dose of smack.