The opium pen
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I get high off this write
inhaling each word
which gives me a hunger
to bite into another verse
ingest further prose
I'm reeling onto the next line
and seeing things on my own
things few others see
that they find strange
but I'm addicted to this
there's ink in my soul now
its as much a part of me
as it is to the pen
I score with this ink
a trip of the mind
I found my opium
in the freedom of expression
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really great poem, like it a great write. may i invite you to read my new poem called, The Crow Flies.