Over Dose

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    Over Dose

    Spinning..... Spinning like a top.
    Wondering .... wondering when it will stop.
    His mind is crowded with thoughts.
    Suffocating......
    Like weeds do flowers in pots.....
    He stops to count to ten
    Hoping it will all end
    Instead they come crashing down
    As his body falls lifeless to the ground.

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    chadallac74 commented on Over Dose

    02-18-2009

    Very emotional in a few words.

    bforibus commented on Over Dose

    02-13-2009

    o this is hot. profound even. u captured the emotions of someone being high and on to much first person and third person. loved it. put it in my favorites

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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