The Drugs Poem by Anderson Greenwald

The Drugs



I look out my window
And see that everything’s white
My eyes yet to adjust
The sudden change to bright
It’s the first time I’ve looked
(On purpose) in months to see
If the girl the drugs have taken
Was possibly a dream

The last time I saw
The manic depression inside her soul
Was the last time that I’ll
Ever use a knife at all…

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