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May 2016
By: Cedric McClester

Feel the needle going in
My tired veins and swollen skin
At this point I can’t pretend
I’m not in love with ******
Just so I can feel okay
I do it each and every day
Though I know what people say
I’m a low down ***** anyway

Not for the thrill
But for the high
I was floating in the sky
A feeling I could not deny
Now I’m just trying to get by

I feel it flowing through my veins
And the warmth that it contains
Eases all my aches and pains
While locking me inside its chains
It asks the question where you been
You can’t escape King ******
I’m closer than your closest kin
Once you decide to let me in

Not for the thrill
But for the high
I was floating in the sky
A feeling I could not deny
Now I’m just trying to get by

How many others have you fooled
How many others have been schooled
How many others have been pooled
How many others overruled

Although I know it’s killing me
Between the devil and the deep blue see
Is where I’ll no doubt probably be
I’m having trouble breaking free
I’ve tried before to escape
No matter how I scratch and scrape
But it’s always a tale of the tape
I never break it at any rate

Not for the thrill
But for the high
I was floating in the s
A feeling I could not deny
Now I’m just trying to get by

Feel the needle going in
My tired veins and swollen skin
At this point I can’t pretend
I’m not in love with ******
Just so I can feel okay
I do it each and every day
Though I know what people say
I’m a low down ***** anyway




Cedric  McClester, Copyright (c) 2016.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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