Birth Of My Addiction Poem by Daniel Richards

I’m with a lady
Who came\grew from the bruise, I
Wanted to so I did
Took a flight to the moon,
And got bit
By the potions rabid tooth
Submit to strolling through
The memories of a tired and savage youth

So here we are,
As it where, trapped upon a shooting star
We stur,
Memories and dreams become one in
Conversation
The dark surrounding canvas explodes revealing
The memories dreamy creation

The revelatory artistic images skim passed
At Speed
Blinded by the images (it sees)
The eyes become corrupted
By the potions, rapid and enduring bleed.
With the final moments approaching
The itching begins teasing through the recession
Bringing the staple diet of opiate depression
During the gestation of lifelong addiction