Detox Poem
I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
Am I but a dream
Being dreamt by a dreamer
Who has never known
The waking world?
Is this darkness
My future or past?
Do I exist
In the real world?
I want out of
this Mad experiment,
Like the white rat
Who suffers for human comfort.
Ive always heard
The grass is always greener,
But is there really
Another side to see?
My thoughts are lonely
No-one can console
Or save me from
Poisoned mind-scapes.