How does one define an addict? <br />I’m sure the medical journals are full <br />Of hypotheses and speculation. <br />But does the studier know the studied that well? <br />Do we bring an understanding, <br />Or a judgement to the scene? <br />I know not where I’m going, <br />I’ll only guess what’s left to see. <br />Interpretation’s tricky, <br />Probal to thinking, but not to gain, <br />If my ship is slowly sinking <br />My sun is bleached with all the rain. <br />By now I have fully realised; <br />I’m on a collision course with hell, <br />My body’s not a temple, <br />So I don’t expect some help. <br />I’ll clatter down my drainpipe, <br />And wash away amongst the shit, <br />I’m slipping down so slowly <br />That I won’t let people notice it. <br />I’ll let the tied take me out, <br />Amongst plastic, waste and things, <br />And drift out to the seagulls, <br />Who’ll thank me for the gifts I bring. <br />It’s painfully apparent <br />That my coping mechanism’s failed, <br />The band is warming up, <br />The coffin’s ready for the final nail. <br />All that’s really left to do <br />Is strap myself tightly in, <br />Pray for a lucky landing, <br />And begin all over again.<br /><br />Mathew Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crash-landing-2/
