Delirium Poem by Benjamin Chew
Delirium
No bottle
in hand, no cig nor needle -
yet eyes still bleed
with blurry daze and endless
craze.
Like coke
in my veins and
ice
tickling my senses,
fear beats to another
distant
drum.
Strangers laugh, eyes
mock -
in pain and
no end to shame.
Salvation draws
near? Restless mind, tired eyes;
tears in bed, oh
help me
please.
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