alone

[wesmdow]

so here i sit.
smoking my pot.

riding out the maelstrom,
spinning in my 'own'...
playing, toyfully teasing my set of
instruments of self mutilation;
and pipes
and bongs
and cans
and dirt, grime, filth and dust.

vision swirls, swimming in smoke.
my being is frozen, coated in rust.

sinking slowly, searching for something
thats already broke.

 

[(Wordy)]

I really like this; it's bare, honest, and doesn't pull any punches.

Love these lines:

riding out the maelstrom,
spinning in my 'own'...

And the rhymes (dust / rust; smoke / broke) are understated, but all the more deadly for that - like camouflaged snakes.