In 30 seconds or less
Your eyes stop focusing
You smell your own
Rank sweat and breath.
Sweetly nauseous,
Overpowering all other senses.
Warmth rushes from your
Stomach to your brain.
You feel the heat
Slowly spreading through
Your entire being.
Everything starts glowing
With an unnatural brilliance.
Your eyes, for a brief second,
Become unblinking,
Lost in this RUSH of
Bodily sensations.
Your brain explodes
With incoming mortars,
You hear every sound,
Even those that aren't real.
Every part of your body
Vibrates, resonates,
With this ineffable feeling.
You realize you can't
Walk, talk, think, just lie
On your bed staring
At nothing.
You fall asleep, mercifully,
Sleep, that balm, that
Raveler of ragged sleeves,
Let's you dream dreams,
See visions. You don't
Know if you're dead or alive.
Then the blackness hits your
Brain, consciousness slips away.
Hours later, that seemed
Like seconds, you wake up
In your own vomit. It's smell
Is fetid and bestial, your
Throat feels like you've
Swallowed broken glass.
Your breath is foul.
Dried vomit decorates
Your face and clothes.
You're too numb,
Too sick to care anymore
Except getting
Another fix.
August 2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well texted and nicely thought out poem. Your words powerfully portrays the devastating effects of addiction to hard drugs. Really a poignant story told in eloquent finesse.