Gone are the days, when Opiates I celebrated
Revered as vitals, my butter & bread.
Hitting the spot of my satisfactions
Neither business I had, nor ambitions.
Sufficing with the dose-lust
Same was my last & so, the first.
Ever swaying along the hurricanes of disquietude
I had self framed my esteem lose-screwed.
Acrid contempt sips, much I'd soak up
Avocations & crafts, weren't tea of my cup.
Dialogues & relations, total were rough
Affectionate gasps were choked by apathetic cough.
Camping far off from existent insights
Foraging shelter on lanes, free of streetlights.
Sliced alone in this temporal sphere
In accordance with none, I was dear.
Counting upon dose-shots as rains of energy
I couldn't catch on them as deluge of lethargy.
Far-flung in my vision, sympathy had no spark
Ever I was confined by scenes, infused in dark.
Never knew of tickled kismet, laden of fancy
Holding in it's...