Withdrawl.

Three days...
waiting
a lifetime.
Three days...
Fear laughs
bile rising
a loosening,
everything released
wasted.
No sleeping beauty...
this story,
is ending
on this page
to be forgotten...
Famine faints,
on dry land,
Earthquake trembles
threatening
my frame.
Twisted
voices
rabidly infest
possessing
dispossesing me.
Does Paradise await?
Distantly I gaze -
It waves hello
among turquoise crystal clear,
Heavenly,
beckoning the broken...