Posted: November 21, 2010 in My Poetry
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Floating like snowflakes,
thoughts drop at my feet.
Bright as flower blossoms,
I kick them all away.

This blizzard of thought,
distracts me with color –
Words follow images,
hurtling down;
bury me in a cacophony
of harsh, silent sound.

Drugs take the reins,
drag me to safety.
Silence, dark;
a grave-cave
where even dreams won’t go.

Stricken by sleep,
I lie, like death,
chemically induced.

I’ll take whatever out I can,
to avoid that blizzard.


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