The Fix

By , 11 July 2016

The Fix
The Fix

The ground is rocky, hard, and barren
just like my thoughts
The sun is hot, dry, and empty
just like my soul

It's painful; uncomfortable
each step regret
It's scratching; sharp
each stone a cut

I need a fix; I need an out
anywhere will do
Crystal liquid, cold as ice

Do I want this now?
it cramps me up
this goddamned habit
it thins me down

I want it; I need it
don't care what price
my medicine; my cure
don't stop me here

I need those chemicals in my brain
to make me fly
I need to float, and not to sink
to soar up high

So I inch to the edge
and take a breath
Look at the liquid, then dive
and swim... swim... swim...

The Fix

About Roger Keays

The Fix

I suppose I am a problem solver. Either that, or I am an organic carbon-based life form whose function is to convert oxygen into carbon dioxide. You could go either way on that. I'm into languages and stuff. I recently published my first book. It's okay, I guess. Lots of sex and drama--plus it's a true story. Let's see... What else? I like reading, swimming, playing music, and annoying Seda. KAPOW!

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