ADDICTS

 ADDICTS  (Spaced out) 

Peter Woodgate 

Wandering through

Decaying cities of the universe

Lost souls sift in vain

Each empty building reverberates

And crumbles with their pain.

They search for elusive paradise

Within the fix of dreams

But stare into an endless void

Without corners or of seams.

Each molecule within their frame

Forms the galaxy of despair

Where atoms explode

Within their heads

And stars light up their hair.

They slide into the orb of darkness

That black hole in the sky

Where visions are lost

And gravity

Stifles every cry.

Legs and arms and hands and feet

Become detached

And then they meet

As the souls rejoice

Without a choice

And oblivious

Of devastation.

 

Copyright Peter Woodgate