Hi folks! I wrote this poem to submit to One Stop Poetry.com and I thought I'd share it with you. And just so you know, I've been working on a non-fiction with the same title. I hope you enjoy this poem and post lots and lots of comments and share it with a gazillion of your closest friends and family! BOOM!
Spiritually Self-Medicating
By Jeff Bennington
The needle slides, it burns, it stings.
In my veins no greater thing.
The fluid flows, my soul it sings.
I’m spiritually self-medicating.
I feel the rush that splits my mind.
No matter what it is I find.
I need the hit to help unwind.
I’m spiritually self-medicating.
I run the race and make it fast.
Driving, pushing, never last.
To hell with losing toys amassed.
I’m spiritually self-medicating.
No liquid or a leaf I need.
I have my one and only speed.
My hurt, my pain, my burdens bleed.
When I’m spiritually self-medicating.
Dollar signs make my blood flow.
Adrenalin rush’ll make me whole.
More cash to stash in my payroll.
If I’m spiritually self-medicating.
God, He prays with bended knee.
That I’d look up to Him and see.
A world where I refuse to be.
Spiritually self-medicating.
The cavernous aches and hurts within.
Never seem to look like sin.
They rot and fester deep within.
When I’m spiritually self-medicating.
Spiritually self-medicating.
I’m spiritually self-medicating!
Searching, searching all the time.
For something in me that’s divine.
Empty, empty’s all I find.
I’m spiritually self-medicating.
Not love or lust or sex can shake.
The feeling that I want to make.
Be damned my soul for goodness sake.
I’m spiritually self-medicating.
Not north nor south or west it be.
This blackhole’s on a binging spree.
It sucks the very life from me.
‘Cause I’m spiritually self-medicating.
Yet one day when I’m in the grave
With pennies and my soul to save.
I’ll wish and wish and hope and crave.
To be spiritually self-medicating.
Spiritually self-medicating.
I’m spiritually self-medicating!
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