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Surreal
While dreaming last night
I entered the surreal
though clean for some time
I was trying to get to the methadone clinic.
Driving through twisted streets losing my way
going insane each path to this place blocked
along the way I meet a preacher man
who says you look haunted lovely lady.
Abandon the quest you are on
and quit smoking while your at it
i'm sweating profusely in my bed
seeking out my drug long cast aside.
Unable to shake this nightmare
I toss and turn
I finally reach the destination
my body craves only to be told no dose
you aren't wearing any shoes.
I later awaken still craving this soul stealing drug
wondering why I didn't have any shoes on
I never leave the house bare foot
leaving me wondering is my soul ill prepared
for the journey i'm embarking on.
Or is it just a surreal nightmare
demons chasing me into the night
trying to quit drinking
my body fighting it
craving, aching.
Walking down a field of glass
full of mines about to blow up in my face
having learned a lesson from this
on this journey I better not be bare foot
as I lace up my combat boots.
I entered the surreal
though clean for some time
I was trying to get to the methadone clinic.
Driving through twisted streets losing my way
going insane each path to this place blocked
along the way I meet a preacher man
who says you look haunted lovely lady.
Abandon the quest you are on
and quit smoking while your at it
i'm sweating profusely in my bed
seeking out my drug long cast aside.
Unable to shake this nightmare
I toss and turn
I finally reach the destination
my body craves only to be told no dose
you aren't wearing any shoes.
I later awaken still craving this soul stealing drug
wondering why I didn't have any shoes on
I never leave the house bare foot
leaving me wondering is my soul ill prepared
for the journey i'm embarking on.
Or is it just a surreal nightmare
demons chasing me into the night
trying to quit drinking
my body fighting it
craving, aching.
Walking down a field of glass
full of mines about to blow up in my face
having learned a lesson from this
on this journey I better not be bare foot
as I lace up my combat boots.
Published 3rd May 2012
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3rd May 2012 1:27am
Hey Crim, I like the story of this poem. I could be tighter, but overall paints a good picture. Dreaming of past addiction and even that you're using in your dreams is completely normal. I still get dreams of drinking and using, and wake up in a panic to realise it was just a dream. I think we have them to remind us not that go back to that place.
Peace, Indie :)
Peace, Indie :)
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3rd May 2012 1:38am
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3rd May 2012 5:34am
ty Indie.. I think your right it's a reminder of where we've been and don't want to go again but man do I hate them..peace Crim :)
3rd May 2012 5:35am
You make me smile Christian..ty for helping me understand where these dreams come from..yes writing it out was good therapy..peace Crim :)
Anonymous
3rd May 2012 1:46am
Your poem is a message...you are on the way
to beating this thing...wonderful quote
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Walking down a field of glass
full of mines about to blow up in my face
having learned a lesson from this
on this journey I better not be bare foot
as I lace up my combat boots.
*****************************************
A very good read
Peace
Kitty
to beating this thing...wonderful quote
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Walking down a field of glass
full of mines about to blow up in my face
having learned a lesson from this
on this journey I better not be bare foot
as I lace up my combat boots.
*****************************************
A very good read
Peace
Kitty
3rd May 2012 5:39am
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3rd May 2012 5:40am
Ty Gg to me your fierce yet tender lioness..you always make me smile beautiful lady..hugs Crim :)
3rd May 2012 8:59am
I find answers in my cryptic dreams, I take them apart and put them back together in order..... A wonderful write.... :)
3rd May 2012 6:36pm
I too search for answers in these type of dreams..ty for the insightful and lovely comment..peace Crim :)
3rd May 2012 9:44am
And this my darling dark princess is why you are a fav.. much respect.. damn girl!! Bows!
3rd May 2012 6:38pm
Beautiful Mistress of darkness I bow to you.. being a true artist a delicous comment coming from you..ty peace Crim :)
Anonymous
6th May 2012 7:31pm
Awesome write Crim, I love your class and style-and the clarity you create..I look forward to reading more, Peace, Miki
6th May 2012 7:41pm
ty beautiful lady for such a heartfelt comment..you are lovely poetess who weaves words into art..wishing you peace Crim :)
9th May 2012 4:32pm
Is in the ownership of the struggle
writing it down abd analyzing it for the real in it lets YOU know that you have everything already inside of you to beat this thing!
I celebrate your sucsess My Dear Crim
in fact .... I celebrate YOU!
writing it down abd analyzing it for the real in it lets YOU know that you have everything already inside of you to beat this thing!
I celebrate your sucsess My Dear Crim
in fact .... I celebrate YOU!
9th May 2012 5:27pm
ty beautiful lady..i've beat methadone but I struggle with other things thank you for such a heart felt comment..peace Crim :)
9th May 2012 7:48pm
This is so inspiring and the idea of turning a dream into this wodnerful write is amazing..Great job, fcxx
11th May 2012 6:54am
