June 8, 2012

Note: This has been written for a cause, for those who have lost their loved ones to drugs.

Lost

Curiosity struck, they try
They like it knowing little, or more
Give it a second try
Come the third one, they're already at it
Confusion, apprehension - and then confidence
Curl up, sniff, puff it in, and pass it on
And the trip goes on
Talking heads are a bunch
Flummoxing themselves
Amidst the fumes of flummery - Curmudgeonly cunning
Dizzy heads, drowsy eyes
Pale lips, numb limbs
Look, now, they're at their best forms
Of joy, of frustrations, of dreams,
Of desires and of demands
Excuse after excuse, reasons for no reasons
They stand strong, united, and apart,
One more reason and another purpose
Take out –
Bottles, pills, cigars, syringes
In the name of friendship
In the name of music, of sports,
Of films and of books
And of politics, of power
What don’t they know?
One drop more, and a gulp more
An another night, another cause
And they lose the grip –
In the name of life,
Before they etch their names
In the test of life,
Before they partake.
They lose themselves there
Yes, they realize their own price
When they can’t afford themselves anymore
Their songs of life
When they can’t sing anymore
Left to the ones
Who’ve suffered their presence?
And who will suffer their absence even more –
They flunk.
Period.

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