I smoke the blunt to outstrip the pain
Welded to my bones, but these thoughts
Got me stressing, endlessly scheming,
On how to escape this silent hell I call
My head, but still I can feel my skin
Crawl, I can hear my thoughts scream,
I smoke the blunt to escape all this
Clarity, this stress, that's got me reaching
For a vest, sanctuary, sanctuary, find
Me some relief, the fumes can't cure
This mess, so I test my sanity with
These poems, lit up by each tote of
This weed smoke, all I want to do
Is blow, lose my world with
Each puff.
A contest entry
- The Pain Still Seeps Inside by Leanna-bean.
375 points, ended May 15, 2008, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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This is one bad ass poem...I think I like it so much because this is like my life written by some one that doesn't even know me. I feel like this everyday...Blunts are great for clarity lol. Thank you so much for the entry and good luck!
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