Paraphernalia Poem by Melissa Robinson

Paraphernalia's lying all around,
She becomes victim to a fate that's so profound.
Cryptic messages are caged behind lachrymose eyes
In clandestine silence where only apathy can be found.

Upon substances that alter reality, she places a crown.
With each hit off her pipe, her hopes inevitably drown.
Upon deaf ears falls the misery in the still-ness of her cries
or her contemplations of escaping realism 6ft underground.