Coming Back

Smoke filling my lungs
Thoughts tracing the wrinkles in my brain
Eyes growing weary, dreary
Movements becoming slower
Fingers fondling the chain around my neck
Images playing over and over in my mind
Body becoming more relaxed on the floor
Room filling with smoke
Light dims through this homemade fog
Ashes, paper, bags, all surround me in my moment
Smoke filling my lungs
It never dawned on me
It was the necklace YOU gave me
Smoke filling my lungs
Room spinning
Head dropping heavily
I took it too far this time
Morning will be hell

Groggy
Something around my neck to choke me
Yank it around twist and turn
Pull and push
It was the necklace you gave me
Smoke slowly emptying from this room
And it all comes down to…

Words.
    D
        R
          I
              F
                  T
                    I
                        N
                          G
                              Words…
That will never mean a thing again