Drug. (Stream Of Thought Poem) Poem by Lazarus Knix

Snow drizzles over my memory
Freezing into apathy, locking in
Memories I no longer care for.

Deep in the sand, I buried a treasure chest
Without gems, a heart without love, A
Body without a soul, Autumn weeps-

As I do, the tears we cry are one by one,
Day by night, sluggish agony, love and distance works
In the same manner, slowly wasting compassion-

In winter, I see a tree, planted in the soils
Of myself. Bare armed and naked, shivering
In the white December dust, I know him-

As a man I once loved, this is why I planted
Him the tree of chances, but the smoke of
Gratification chokes every leaf.

So now I am here, facing an hourglass
Without grains, a past without knowledge
And a future without love.