When I was lost I learned to be alone with others. There was comfort in numbers to numb out the misery. I walked lofty from meds decoding messages in trees. The doctor once said the choice was up to me. So, I kept on leaking green thoughts to ant colonies. Ideas carried off to an abyss gave me too much anxiety. I smoked packs and crushed pills to numb out the depths of whom I thought was me. For year's this pervaded, until one day I said, Self, let's just be free.
Supposedly, these words were written from experience. They say the best writers write from experience.
Photo by Maksym Kaharlytskyi on Unsplash.
Poem by Willy Martinez, and is intended for Mind on Fire Books only.*
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