Even a man getting no sleep...
Sure he has to eat.
Sometime, might be tomorrow or the day after.
Starving the skin and bones.
Never afforded the proper etiquette or time.
Mistakes written all over place.
Trying to play keep up.
Catching up always.
Engrossed in a brutal war of the mind.
A trip down to those truly sublime.
Totally mental, a head case complete out of his....
His, his, his mind.
Casual conversations with the phantom.
No pills will stop the hallucinations or aggravations.
Headaches that just won't go away, desperate for a second in which he is free to take a breath.
Inhaling the fumes and relaxing in an upside down room.
Totally confused and he likes it.
Ignorance in a blissful cloud.
Floating away somewhere up in the sky.
If only it could be that easy.
With one simple kiss it is goodbye.
The goodbye kiss could either be good or bad. Depends on which way it is going. Maybe If it is I'll see you later or I will never see you again. A thoughtful write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good work. I liked the slow move of the poem. It is indeed thoughtful. I even liked the word play and the punch lines. Keep it up. And in the meantime, you are also invited to check out my poems and comment.