Landscapes Forever Changed
Like walking with a broken leg, we could only get so far before the pain became unbareable. Remembering our time, remembering our place, head in the clouds, feet in the quicksand. Sinking as we floated from reality, never realizing how far we'd fallen, waiting to touch down so we could do it all again. Blinded by stubborness, feeling for the light, wondering if the switch ever existed.
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This poem is about my former marijuana usage. Ive since quit and I will say, I feel much better. I am greatfull to all those who haved helped me in that process. I write it in hopes that it will inspire someone else. Its something that you have to realize on your own however. Thats the one thing I have learned. Thanks for reading, if you liked this one, give the other poems a shot. Why not? They arent all serious though. I'm a bit strange.