I wallow in lonesomeness at times

Smoking away a void of a lack within

My heart burns through every puff

Beating faster as the grey fog fills me

Life is too short for social media

Screen to screen communication

Craving touch, Sense-full beingness

I let my addictions drive me

From body to body, joint to joint

Substance abuse in a grand prison

A Playground for the inmates

Who prioritized pleasure for breakfast

Two eggs, sunny side up

Remind him of her small perky breasts

He pokes the yoke with a fork

Contaminating the white with yellow

In another room a mother sits alone

Waiting for her Sun to rise

Her moon has been out for too long

I swallow my pride and decide to love

But love was last seen in Woodstock

So I hold a joint, a pen and a paper

And try to write down my pain

Pleasure and desire but get lost

In addiction for companionship

Blinded from the most obvious

I just needed to look at a mirror