‘Shaking Hands with Opium’
Dear Editor:
“Shaking Hands with Opium”
Raised by a nightmare, I stood in a dream
I visually glare at the faces unseen
I’m swallowing in, and losing my breath
Addiction places me in a dance with death
Entranced by the judgement of your own conviction
I’m asking you now, will you be my restriction
Facing the demons of personal affliction
Mallery J. Jackson
East Liverpool