The Cost of Agriculture in Afghanistan
Genesis:
The Syringe pierces flesh.
I wince at the pain
The Plunger is Pushed
My pupils dilate
Blissful seconds:
The caress of the creator
Ripples through every fiber
Euphoria comes in waves.
Eroding the ache.
Tortured hours:
Temples throb
Veins push rust.
Skin like concrete
Cold, cracked, cement.
Wasted Years:
The world moves around me
Watching this life unfold
As a voyeur
A carbon copy, of a cardboard cut out.
Of the person I used to be.
Catharsis:
My weakest moments are cyclical
In the throes of denial
I would sooner die tomorrow
Than live one day at a time
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