The Scenic Route Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

There was once a time,
I tried to walk the line
On the path of straight and narrow
Looking for the ideal hero
Yet, stopped was I that day,
Stopped, was I—along the way
As I made my way down the route,
I found this drug
And wanted to know what it was about
What did it feel like, and how did I use it?
Could I try it—and then not abuse it?
So I gave it a shot, yes—right in the vein
Hell, I gave it a shot, yes—I played the game
Playing to win, I gave it my all
I played ‘till I started, I started to fall
I fell so deep and I fell so hard
That now I'm injured, yes now I've been scarred
Yet down this same road, I carried on walking
As my shadow faded, death did the talking
Like a corpse with a tag, I could not even breathe
Yet on I continued, ‘till I could barely see
My feet were blistered, my clothes were torn
My body was bruised, my integrity worn
I screamed to myself; 'how did I get here? '
'How the hell did I fall into this deadly love affair? '
Yet when I tried to turn in another direction
Heroin took over, like a deadly infection!
Still, there I was walking down that same road—
I sat and I shivered from the weather so cold
The scenery was twisted, the visions were sick
Once again it was that dark route that I picked
'Heroin, just leave me, ' I begged and I pleaded;
'This journey is pointless! '
But it felt as though it was also exactly what I needed!
'Heroin, I LOVE YOU, ' I seemed to keep saying,
Like an album on repeat—it kept on playing,
Over and over, as I walked down the road
I tried resting as I shivered, from the weather so cold
But the colder it got, the more freezing each season
I started to think, I started to reason:
What was I doing? Why was I here?
Why did I take part in this dangerous love affair?
So I stopped for a second, and I sat and I paused,
And I started to realize this was all for no cause
Only towards expiry this journey had me headed,
As my unity was suffocating, and my pride, it was shredded
Then quiet I grew, so solemn, so stoic
Realizing this course was in no way heroic
I wouldn't be the savior, nor would I be saved
Nor would I be enlightened, nor anything I craved
So I finally stopped, and I turned right around
I fell to my knees, yes, I fell to the ground
Over this head trip, sick of this path
Ready to move on, to be freed from this wrath
No longer shivering from the weather so cold, it was freezing
Forgetting the journey, the path, and the season,
I surrendered myself—I finally chose
To try a course of action, that I didn't yet know
And today here I stand— I shout, and I run!
As this malady unravels, and it comes undone,
Goodbye—I say as I start a journey anew
Goodbye—Heroin—yes; adieu to you.

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