Suspended in November for the year,
I Lost my place here through a fake ‘syndrome’.
I breach my contract by returning here,
And take a risk upon my coming ‘home’.
To evade expulsion, Uni has requested
I leave without a fuss and to use stealth
In order to avoid getting arrested:
I must label addiction as ‘ill health’.
But it appears I could not leave for long,
As here I am back in my ‘second dwelling’,
And driven by my love for written song,
I came tonight and chanced my own expelling.
Enchanted by the spoken word I stood
Overlooking, with my lemonade.
I’m sober, clean, but still misunderstood,
I’m severely lacking purpose: I’m afraid.
I must confess that things have not been right,
My source of joy did penetrate my skin.
It pierced my soul, my darkness and my light,
I found my only friend in heroin.
And sitting there tonight I felt that urge,
That feeling I have come to know so well,
But I will not give in to drugs: I purge.
I free myself from heaven dressed as hell.
I’ve broken from my hypodermic chains,
I’ve found a friend that seems to love me too:
Poetry is running through my veins,
I’d love to be a part of what you do!
It’s a bit of a lie- the “I’m totally clean” part- but I still think it’s a masterpiece. Though I say so myself.