April 2024 – Navin's Poetry

Morphine

Wounds visible on surface
37 metal staples my piercing
Projection displays millipede
4 times per 86400 seconds
45 days on morphine
Forcing relief in bloodstream
Tipsy my sole sense
Eyes open still dreaming
Memories haunting simply
Screaming sighs of lonely
Whispering words with no gain
Scratching glass of craving
Tearing apart my raw skin
Bleeding river but no pain
Inner beast roaring
Body burning no flames
Letting go with no claims
New energy breathing
Flying high with no wings
Black & white my true zen
Scars slowly healing
Marks surely breathing
Am I morphing into the dope thing?

Just yesterday, I had to take doc prescribed morphine after my working hours coz of unbearable pain of some different kind in my knees & shins…so, I was kinda drowsy-high afterwards…it reminded me of the time when I had to take it for 45 continuous days after the knee surgery last year…my physiotherapist told me this morning that one experiences such pain once in a while…it’s quite normal to have it but it’s intense…this poem birthed from my high time yesterday…

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I times 2 is U

Original poetry

Sometimes being a broken fool covered in scratches gifted by the edgy pool paints us to the hue of crazy good coz we then tend to zoom in to the wounds that we consciously start to sew with the pointed needle holding the lengthy loop of healing but it hurts when the eye of this I shaped tool pierces the raw surface which is bleeding the transparent blues but by doing so the holes in this dotted zone bring us sooner or later closer to the I times two which looks like the letter U of this magical Universe that we try to keep aligned inside with the heavy tunes of pure love