Chasing the Illusory

this time I will laugh
this time
I will be out of my mind
an escape

this time we won’t fight
caged animals
scream and beat each other
for the same numbness

my echo
screams at me
a minor key
an octave higher
miles, miles away

this time
the magic potion
of chemicals and men
will fill me
all the unidentifiable absence

nothing left
I sit, waiting
nothing left but
a dim flame of hope
as the high begins to fade

next time…


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