Blow Poem by Jess Patterson

To escape reality
is a pleasure at a high expense
coming back or coming down
its the same.
Whether avoiding life
or avoiding ghosts
a past can be learned from
but to be stuck in it can be
deadly.
Whether its the taste on your lips
or the blood content in your veins
or the brain cells lost
or the thump of a shallow heart
or even in a restless sleep that goes on.
Escaping has consequences
when the taste is gone,
the blood is rich,
the memory fails,
the heart studders,
and the coma slips in...
reality has a reconciliation.
What mattered the most, or what
could even be considered a lifeline
can uphold even the tortoruous decisions.
To learn from a past
is to recognize signs
of previous demise
and forging the signiture to keep
those stark white doors locked.
Keys are designed uniquely
each body has a limit
and each heart
has a secret.
To keep this door locked,
the key
should hope to not reach its limit.