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My Living Hell

Survival

By Matthew MikitukPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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My Induced Vision

The needle punctured my fleshy bruised skin,

Another missed vein a source of my agony.

Tried yet again and connected for the win,

My perception of now a slow dying reality.

The warmth of a cocktail coursing my veins

My eyes rolling up causing a brain haze.

This of my soul is all that remains,

As heavy and bloodshot my eyes a fixed gaze.

Closer to death's door my guardian awaits

Determining my worthiness at God's Pearly gates

The Grim Reaper too is close by my side

Determining if he will be my guide.

A pounding chest is my reality check

Surrounded by white and halos in sight

My name being called. Mr Beck?Mr.Beck?

“Come on, Come On, You can fight, Fight Fight.”

Chest is pounding and my vision becomes clear

Paramedics overtop of me and lanterns shed lite

Gambling with smack is now something to fear

My final destination I know I must make right

As angels above

Demons below

Send me a dove

This that I know

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Matthew Mikituk

I have addictions, that drives my creativity. Coffee is definately is my current addiction. If you find anything amusing, appalling, upsetting or insightful, that was my goal. Tipping me a coffee truly does go a long way.

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