Urn Your Way Out – Day 232, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

This isn’t a poem,
Nor prose,
Nor a monologue,
But,
A warning.
A warning about how good drugs,
Of any kind,
Make you feel.
How downers will lift you up from the sky,
Just to drop you deeper into that pool of regret you’ve decided to swim in.
How uppers will force you to crash into the ground,
Like molten-red meteors blazing its way into soil as everything around it becomes a desert wasteland…
A dire warning to those raining tears from their eyes no one else would notice,
Unless they light a flame,
Igniting their lives on fire for so-called friends,
Igniting their lives on fire for so-called friends,
And,
Family to stand back,
And,
Bare witness to your existence disintegrating away…
Because,
Once you’re nothing,
But,
A pile of ash,
All that’s left is resurrection.
You’re only opportunity to “earn” your way out…
A path only warriors survive…