The Return.

in

Needle

 

I wish I could say

What is on my mind

Instead of searching for words

Wasting time

Desperate for what

I will never find.  

 

 

 

Stasis

 

Black spaces

Warped faces

Dirty places

Paper chases

Free bases

Mind erases.

 

 

The Return

 

I am depressed

My friends are back

I am sad

My skin is cracked

I am mad

The sores have returned

I remain

This is what I deserve.