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

Roger Keays is an artist, an engineer, and a student of life. He has no fixed address and has left footprints on 40-something 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.