Pondering On Acid Poem by Bryan Lunsford

Pondering On Acid



My brain bleeds and the ceiling drips,
As you couldn't believe how much fun doing acid actually is,
With the walls that breathe-I see things that don't even exist,
Where I'm pondering deeply over and over, I ponder this,
Is this reality that I see real or is it all a complete myth,
And what else will I see if I take just a couple more hits?

Friday, May 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: art,drugs
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