Anticipation

 
The anticipation starts the moment I take it in
Whether I snort, smoke, or swallow my sin
Spend the next ten minutes waiting for it to kick
Praying I’ll have fun and not get sick

By the time I seem to have forgotten, it starts
I can tell by the picking up of my heart
And slowly my mind begins to haze
A simple world turned into a maze

These brilliant thoughts now flood my mind
But quickly get left behind
By this overactive creative brain
Tonight I’m in harmony with my insane


Trying to do a poem everyday is difficult.