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
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...

The Fix

About Roger Keays

The Fix

Roger Keays is an artist, an engineer, and a student of life. He has no fixed address and has left footprints on more than 40 different countries around the world. Roger is addicted to surfing. His other interests are music, psychology, languages, the proper use of semicolons, and finding good food.

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