A Moth to the Flame

A Moth to the Flame

A moth to the flame of release in a drug—
Cocaine bumped into my brain!
Dilated pupils and feelings so smug,
A rapturous path from the pain!

Pummeled by life in a maelstrom of knocks,
Verily driven insane!
Continued derision in rapid fire shocks,
Blighting my joy like a stain.

Off and away to the faraway tree!
Escaping this stormy disdain,
Wanting a substitute semblance of glee,
Lest in despair I remain.

My eyes brightly gleaming, a gnashing of teeth,
Here in the toilet, in rain,
Unhappy thunder, the white line beneath,
Gloating in ecstatic gain!

High as a kite in the shadows of night,
Soaring emotional bliss,
Fleeing a future I know is not right,
Cocaine — I covet your kiss.

Bellowing thunder, it frightens me now,
Harbouring lonely in brick,
So, on I go, with a quick line of blow,
Hedonist sinning so sick!

Walking away in the chasms of night,
My blood with a chemical stain,
Onwards and downwards in this sorry plight,
Paradise lost? Use cocaine.

AD Lovkis, 19/08/25