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
anaesthetise
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...
About Roger Keays
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Roger Keays is an artist, an engineer, and a student of life. Since he left Australia in 2009, he has been living as a digital nomad in over 40 different countries around the world. Roger is addicted to surfing. His other interests are music, psychology, languages, and finding good food. |
