Crack
Burn choke crack
Smoking Crack
To fill the crack
Smells like crack
To just get some smack
Id be alive again
Feel alive again
Try again
Walking on eggshells
Looking out the windows
Someones at the door
Open it slightly
The light peaks in
Nobody is there
Wound up wound out
Completely burnt out
Crying out for the sounds to stop
Stop sounding it out
A mess in the mirror
A mess in the world
The world is a mess
And I’m in the mirror
This poem is about:
Our world