Fighting To Stay Alive Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

So delirious, her mind is unwinding and she doesn’t know it.
Watch her eyes smolder as the drugs consume her body.
Supposedly, they will stop the visions that keep coming.
Wistfully she dreams of childhood memories and the haven of naivety.
Recurring dreams are keeping her from the conformity of a world she knows nothing about.
Under siege, her body fights to stay alive and dream its provocative dreams.
They come unceasing; pounding, screaming, yet her mind’s still blocked.
They try to enter but they cannot break her crafty lock.
She wants to get better wants be normal but she doesn’t know how.
She wants to be acquitted from this hell but it won’t let her out.
The boozehound in her soul is drinking up the liquid gold.
Not man’s liquor but another type all together.
Trying to divert the instincts in her screaming to get out, she shuts her eyes and bears the weather.
Fighting hell and heaven isn’t something that is easy.
Fighting truth and lies is something that can be deceiving.
No one listens.
No one can reach out and give her what she needs.
They think they know what’s best but they’re the ones that caused her disease.
Nothing was broken.
So nothing needed fixed, but now she’s torn to pieces.
Left to scramble and hurry before time runs out.
Time goes faster and faster she knows she cannot win.
Fighting heaven and hell will be the thing to do her in.
She wants to go to heaven wants to be safe from people like you.
She wants to go to sleep and never wake up so it will all be through.