Herb And Mary Poem by Nathan Streango

I’m racked with my guilt and I’m stung by my fear,
I kiss you upon the lips to make things unclear,
You silence the voices that I hear in my head,
The voices of critics that wish I was dead,

When no ones around, I run to my secret place,
Colors and sounds, forgetting the stress I face,

People misjudge you in the city I’m from,
Don’t comprehend that you grow in the sun,
So I waited six weeks for this bountiful yield,
The problems in life are why I numb how I feel,

A new way to fly, breaking these bonds I have,
Acting surprised, you catch me right in the act,

I know that I love you and yet I still try to hate,
I know I’m addicted to the world you create,
Grab both my eyes and I turn them inside,
See right inside of me no where to hide,

I’m so very high, I’m losing all sense of self,
I promise I’ll try, to change or I’ll burn in hell,

You fit in a stick, in a bag, in a bowl,
Take a big hit hold it in till times slow,
I cannot escape you so I cough till I bleed,
I’m baked, you’re burning I’ve run out of weed

Stopping all time, minds in a cloudy haze,
Be kind rewind, I’m inside my secret place,