Nuerological Damage Poem by Lance Carthen

Malfunction to stereotype
In this world so deep
This raging affliction
Is the disease of addiction
So constantly invisible
Slowly persuasive it sneaks
You lay to sleep-down to bed
With an upside down 9 stuck in your head
Your dreams turn to screams at the sound of that glass
Falling so diligently from above-it will pass
The building torn open, the people scream
Everybody wake up-this is no dream!
With each new day the same people pray
As the same old people look the other way