Inspiration in a pipe

Numbness in a needle

Release in a knife

Freedom in the bottles

 

So distraught with reality

To blinded to see what could be

 

Looking for that high

To free your mind

Be outside space and time

Glassed eyes let the mind fly...

 

And the spirit die

For it is all a lie

Escaping reality to get by

 

Only marks remain

of what you hoped to obtain

Mind altering

Spirit faltering

 

But take heart!

You are more than a knife to flesh,

the smoke to a high,

the bloodshot rim to your high

 

Take heart

Hope doesn't die

 

Though life

beats you

bruises you

tricks you

teases you

 

Hope has survived

You have struggled and strived

Determine to thrive

 

Take heart

YOUR heart

While it beats

Create art

 

Let Hope Speak