Withdrawal

11-10-14

Drifting away from reality seems easy.

Yes, maybe it truly is.

But recovering from the truth is absolutely

a hard thing.

The truth isn’t friendly, but it is

the only thing deserving of trust.

Bathing in the glory of your resplendence

may be nourishing for the soul, 

but I bathe in waters I do not own.

I am a trespasser, an alien—

an outcast to whom I have considered

my home.

What is better,

your sweet, sweet poison

or the bitterness of truth?

Should I continue injecting myself

of lethal doses of your beauty, 

or let go of the syringe and face

the cruel withdrawal from fantasy?

I’d rather face death than a lifetime of pain.