The Loop

The calm sails down my bones

My skin being pulled down

Every noise that much more soothing

That much more relaxing

Nothing matters

For now

Time passes

The calm sails back up my bones

My skin is lifted back up

Anxiety fills my mind

Everything matters

For now

I reach down put the piece up to my lips and

Spark

Smoke fills my lungs and just like that

The calm is put in reverse once more

My skin rushes back down

Relaxed once more

Nothing matters again

Thank god

I am back

But how do I get out?

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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