Dying skies shedding tears of war
drenching shadows and withering pines, Grieving but I wonder what for
The carnivorous vines or my pines?

Last night I saw myself holding a rose.
Another dimension or just a mirror, who knows?
The monster under my bed also rose.
Last night did I again overdose?

Fiddling feelings and floating feet.
In world there's no wrong or right.
Venomous mouths or a heart so crude.
Nothing is left on the path so right.

And so I should, so I will
Overdose to my fill
Until those small innocent pills
Becomes a monster that kills.

~6/10/24 EH ©

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Word count - 100
Lines - 10

August 31 is recognised as the International overdose awareness day.
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