Reflections Of A Junkie Poem by Irma Goo

You make me itchy
And my glow so fuzzy
You taste so yummy

You make me excited
Inspired, happiness ever higher
Popping, i never tire

You make me smile
As long as a mile
I feel all right for a while

You give me relief
From life's trials
As your effects simmer and steep
In my soul

You return to me all that depression has stole
I dare to dream with you
And for that, i will always extol
Your name and your presence

You make me sane and you lessen
Truly a blessing


Somewhere on the shelf
in the back of my cerebral
They are seething and repeating your evil
And call me weak, shameful, and feeble

Saying i'm cloud 9
High as a steeple

Yet my intuition remains sharp as a needle
The sharpest it's been in days
And yes my head is a maze
But you always remind me that life is amazing
And pick me up when i'm caving
And my soul is staving as it usually is

More often than hers or his

I find it's you i'm craving
Not for elevation
But rather for meditation

For your constant support and reiteration
That i don't need to be sad
So don't make me feel bad
Don't guilt me. Don't judge
Because it's so hard to even be here at all. I didn't choose this hand. I was just dealt these cards

And im marred, im hurt, and i'm scarred,
and sensitive like a shard
of glass
That'll pierce you until you're last to leave this domain

I could speak about pain
Or this game we play and call it life

I play this silly game and we call it life
And we uphold the sanctity by using words
Like God and wife

But god is not here
It's true, i still fear
But tell me is it clear that he is near and dear to our souls as the devil lives in our ear?

And we praise and we cheer
Confident that he will steer
Us to a path of guidance that's righteous
But i guess i'm blinded

So please just give me the peace to have some relief
As i struggle to breathe and i lay and i weep
And continue this life that is lifeless

And my soul is riddled with holes like Christ is
But you're white like the robe and you give me delight
Spread so far and wide like the arms that were pierced
And scarred onto the pole

So, yes your name i will always extol