Breathing an atmosphere
heavy with joys and happiness
is not as guaranteed as air.
The scent of fears and worries
may burn you down and flow
through you like a stream.
But flying into a passion sour,
is not a fanciful solution,
Passion sour is like
the constant drip, drip of water
that fills you with insanity.
A hug, a touch, a talk
is all you need to free
yourself from the tangles of worry and fear,
Not a few wisps of fancy fumes or drinks.
Those threads of relief intoxicate you
and brings an incessant downpour
and keeps the vital sunshine at bay.
It locks you up in a cage,
fancy and seemingly gold,
The few rounds of delights
immure your senses in a splendour,
concealed.
It empties the peace of your
inner self, and set your knickers
in a twist.
The life in you roars out
like floodwaters, and your heart
begins to beat in the dark.
You take umbrage on things
and people around you,
and fall into the days of
filth and vile.
Think,
Why allow intruders to throng
the walk of your life?
Why to gift your life, with
that stab of regret and guilt?
Why not,
Open the windows of your life,
to the breeze of LOVE?,
For it alone has the power to erase,
the heat of fear and worry…
Being healthy is the new high,
Say to drugs a forever bye…
