Am I here?
Is it true?
I'm falling, I'm waiting.
Is it real?
Am I awake?
I'm stalling, creating.
My life?
Or all life?
Existence, my command.
I'm burning,
but just an initial.
High.
It's falling, dropping,
all coming down,
Low.
Anger sets in,
body decayed,
worn and broken.
Winds of change,
passed me by.
My time has gone,
much too long ago.
Now I lay,
down to sleep.
Never to rise again.
Author notes
FREE FORM
dark and personal story about drug abuse and where it will take you, from high to low.
A contest entry
- FORM POETRY..(BIG POINTS) by vici377.
3250 points, ended July 28, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I want it raw by Travel Notes.
600 points, ended September 14, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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can really feel the emotion in this..the very desperation of the drug world..and all that it encompasses..thanx so much for entering..blessings..namaste..
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Wow. I like this a lot. You don't use very many words, but the ones you do use leave such a beautiful feeling. I can't describe. But this gave me goosebumps. Wonderful job. <3
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please put the form of the poem in your authors notes with a brief description..
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