5d • Poetry
The Only Way Out
The air in here is poison, thick with lies and "m30" smoke,
Every morning is a battle, every breath a jagged choke.
I’m trapped between a mother’s nod and a brother’s hollow stare,
While my man is out there tricking, selling souls for one more share.
He comes home smelling like a stranger, pupils pinned to dust,
In a house where love is buried under layers of ash and rust.
It’s a cycle in a cage, a family curse in every vein,
And if I stay another week, I’ll be the one they leave in rain.
I don’t need a fancy palace or a diamond on my hand,
I need a cage with wheels on it to get me out this land.
I need an RV—a sanctuary, a fortress made of tin,
To put a thousand miles between my future and this sin.
A rolling miracle to be my kitchen and my bed,
To drown out all the screaming voices living in my head.
If I had that key, that blessing, I’d be gone before the dawn,
Before the dealer hits the corner, before the next fix is drawn.
I’m desperate for the highway, for the gas and for the gears,
To wash away a lifetime’s worth of fentanyl and tears.
How can I get clean in a room where everyone is high?
How can I find the truth when every word they speak is lie?
I need a clean slate on the pavement, a life that’s mobile-bound,
Where I don’t have to look for ghosts on every inch of ground.
An RV is my lifeline—it’s the only way I thrive,
It’s the difference between a headstone and actually being alive.
I’m screaming for a blessing, for a way to break the chain,
To trade this toxic sickness for the desert and the rain.
Give me the wheel, give me the road, give me a chance to fly,
Because if I don't get out of here, I know I’m gonna die.
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Fentanyl is a fatal drug. I'm a recovering addict who still relapses and I feel a community can help me and hopefully another stay sober and alive.
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