I play with words

Like you play

With dope



In your veins

Like fine wine

Hard times

Hard lines 

Forgotten Boys 

With Traumatized 


Words like dope 

Soothe PTSD


Hard tight 

Tidy white

Wraps the pages

of your life


On the run


Overrun, overthere

Flagrant guns

Shot in the arms 

The head 

The drugged-out son

Laid out flat

I play with 

Words to 


that day

late I left

I sat, I shat

I ran from that

the Pain

it came

After all you left

undone, insane


it came

for me

like you

it rained


my lap

like drowning

in sap

no doubt it came

it came

the pain

the words like 

needles injected

the high, the rush

I slam the door

I shut down

I Hush



I get high

Words of poets

Continue to light

the page, the night

unturned, I get

high, so high

I play with words

Like you play

With dope

it’s my

only hope.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Jaroslav Devia on Unsplash

#Poetry #Mentalhealth #Dope #Arttherapy

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