Tired Of Being Insane Poem by Leah Ayliffe

I am no longer hungry
Tired of cocaine and wine:
I'll be fine
Flying overhead,
fucked in my mind and I'm sighing
Looking for the dazzle that once inspired me
like he said
I fall down to the earths floor
Intoxicated by the death of a fantasy
and minor dreams which sail acorss my heart
like serendipity
I'll run
My feet carry me past the underground
past the strangers whom I grew to love and seek comfort
in their sex and pillows for a time
back to the beginning
It always leads back to the beginning
A circle
and I think I've lost control.