I play with words
Like you play
With dope
Encased
Enshrined
In your veins
Like fine wine
Hard times
Hard lines
Forgotten Boys
With Traumatized
minds
Words like dope
Soothe PTSD
Laced
Hard tight
Tidy white
Wraps the pages
of your life
unsatisfied
On the run
Seeking
Overrun, overthere
Flagrant guns
Shot in the arms
The head
The drugged-out son
Laid out flat
I play with
Words to
Forget
that day
late I left
I sat, I shat
I ran from that
the Pain
it came
After all you left
undone, insane
PTSD
it came
for me
like you
it rained
sopping
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
Emotion
denied
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
The Artist From The Inside Out 
Brilliant!
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Thank you my friend!
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