Lynzi Berner


A Bad Trip - Poem by Lynzi Berner

Blurry edges
Twisted faces
Colors melting

bluepinkyellowgreenredpurpleorange

BLACK

then things begin to come into

Focus

A scream
not real
an echo

Who is that?
Is it me?

I am curled in a ball
at the foot my bed

I've been crying

Am I awake?

A cloud
or
A fog

Still creep at the edge
of my vision

What happened to me?

A bad trip
A tiny overdose

You left me
that's the last thing I remember

Then the drugs kicked in

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 8, 2006



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