Divided Thoughts

These substances were said to ease my conscience,
My mind bellowing with correspondence.
The thoughts would not leave my grieving soul,
While I sat waiting for the drugs to take hold.
As the euphoric sensation cleansed my pain,
There began the never ending drain.
A spiral back into darkness is what comes after the drug leaves,
My divided thoughts ache from the dry heaves.






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