My Dope

I look at the open door
As it swings on its rusty hinges.
A ray of light creeps in like a thief.
Seeing the intruder, my heart cringes.

Lying stoned in my empty room
My limbs heavier than lead.
The door crying, pleading to be shut.
The thought of movement filling me with dread.

Hunger plaguing my thoughts completely.
I'm fighting to think straight.
Fairies flying around my head
With a feast served on a plate.

My hopes sinking like a rock.
The hopelessness is setting in.
Like meeting an old friend from a forgotten past
Happiness came from within.

For now I found pleasure in my sorrow
In darkness I found hope.
Love and riches have been cast aside.
I found Nirvana in my dope.