Poetry saved my life you know?

I found the rhythm in my heart on the beat most never see…

Shall I proceed?

Reckonings in a place most don’t ever identify

So…

I said…

Poetry saved my life you know?

I found the rhythm in my heart on the beat most never see…

Beginnings with Tylenol, seduction by codeine,

Docs giving high hopes with the morphine,

Numbing down my life; Novocaine,  and dopamine in the growth of mind characterizing of a beast, like…

Viagra enhancing the growth of mine, stuck between a place of hard and mellow

All while seeking out cc’s while my mental still on life;

[tranq]uility  

Plunging my dependency, do have you the decency to remember me,

Even as you lowered my cell count to repair ruptures you created under pressure

Asking me on a scale of 1-10 how does my love feel, when all I felt was your pain

Your spitefulness and your bullshit amplified by your lies

Your lies to make my infirmary better

But

Those numbers of my love have no bearings

Because of the pain… the pain you gave is infinite

Meshing a new scar to coexist my life

Impressions for eternity reliving the memory of you in similar emotions…

similar scents

Similar tastes

Only to depreciate the fact that, I, or we;

Met

Losing my value in mental currency

Taking a toll on this poetry within no expectation of itself;

I made her my patient; she is my patient

I am her cure in the penned cc’s, liquid rhythms & dope beats

So, now you know…

… How dope poetry saved my life