(7) Trapped Within 11.24.23 @ 9:00pm

Life behind xanax bars;
Secrets buried in my backyard.
The boys and I;
Remain ready for tequila sunrise.

Fear not repentance.
Cannabis smoke is relentless.
Chopping up the guilt from my past.
Snorting it by the eighth & having a blast.

Alprazolam as a chaser;
Hospital departure with a pacemaker.
The truth is I’m a lost soul.
I negotiated my serenity for dope.

Slowly disintegrating till cremation.
Mouth foaming from intoxication.
From Los Angeles county to probation.
I’m always getting high, fuck hesitation.

I inhabit a world of disillusion.
I’m nodding off into an illusion.
Crossing class A B & C narcotics.
My Zodiac sign is ‘Addict’.

Sobriety isn’t in my vocabulary.
Resentment is the weight I carry.
Gravity is holding down my smiles.
As for my sanity, it’s been a while.