Burned Drugs

Anxiety relaxing temper
Cautiously anticipating possibilities
At peace with unease
Trepidation fueled curiosity
doused with irrational fear
Noises and sounds replicated to merge
Something called silence mourned
Ear plugs are too quiet
Cold sweats and topless shuddering
Inconsistent stability
Infrequent reliability
Everything turned up or on
Still coming down
Scent of opium in this smoke
Eyes dizzily pacing yet tired
Skipping from wall to wall without observation
Flashes prove intrusive beneath blending words
Syllables amass unnervingly
Limbs willed internally sit prone
Motionlessly beckoning movement
Panicked semi-consciousness
Jaw lopping, tongue rolling
Mind over-driven to produce little more than muttering
Insatiable thoughts brought low from fatigue
Sudden inability to talk
Without movement just conscious of disability
Wondering what you've taken
Blaming burned drugs for this mistake