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When Will I be Inebriated?
Lindsay Smith
Why am I writing this poem when I am devoid of emotions?
It is because there is a minuscule glint of hope- hope that I will write something that is better then other things that I have written already.
The poem begins...
I took my mom's silver lexus suv to the store today when she and my dad were at dinner. I am not allowed to drive now because technically I am still grounded and will not be allowed to get a new car until I have proven myself by way of losing all my excess weight.
I felt so in control of the vehicle today. Maybe because of the tight steering, the horse-power, and the incredible breaks. I was not worried in the least.
FREEDOM
when will it be mine again?
Soon, soon, my dear.
What will I do with it?
Will I abuse it again?
My ultimate question is, when will I feel inebriated again- in this lifetime? When will I be feeling like heaven on earth again? Like a black hole of happiness, sucking you under with an unknown force that is more powerful than gravity. One might think that sex is better then alcohol but I disagree. Sex is much more raw to me. The pleasure requires patience. Maybe with sex you are more in control but with alcohol I am drenched with euphoria that swishes throughout my soul and the feeling makes my soul expand so that it can keep absorbing more and more of the feeling. Instead of exploding I am flying high- into the realm of the unexplained. The high equals the intensity of pain one might experience if being burned alive and if one thinks about it they probably have never experienced a high that good. I have.
Lindsay Smith has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Lindsay's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Lindsay's latest works: