I Love Poetry

I guess some of us just grew up too soon. We saw things early that shook us more than we knew. It was the way we were raised that phased us. Too heavy too hard. Beaten down ,left with a few scars. Christ, of course I'm going to love like I'm dying. I'm going to smoke until I'm flying. And drink and drink. And over think. But damn I'm still just trying to go back to being a kid, wanting things to be how they're supposed to be like we see them in our dreams...easy...peacefully...lovingly. It's hard to be present when the only time you feel alive is when you're asleep. Or high. Or with a drink. Or in my case spilling ink.
                                     JRaymond