From: "Diane Shelton"
Subject:
Date: Thursday, August 08, 2002 7:29 AM

A poem By a friend who I believe deserves recoginzation.


MY DRUG

6-12-02

By Nureal

ONE LAST LITTLE CUT,

A DEDICATION TO YOU.

BUT NOW I'M FREE.

I'M FREE FROM THE

CLAWS OF DEPRESSION. I

WANT YOU TO KNOW

THAT I LOVE YOU,

AND I'D NEVER DO

ANYTHING TO HURT YOU.

YOU HAVE FREED ME,

MY WONDERFUL, BUT HARMLESS,

DRUG. I FEEL AS

THOUGH I COULD FLY

WHEN I AM IN

YOUR PRESENCE. I TAKE

IN A DEEP BREATH

AND ALL I SMELL

IS YOU. MY HEAD

SPINS WITH ANTICIPATION. I

FEEL LIKE A THREE

YEAR OLD AGAIN. CAREFREE

AND FULL OF LIFE.

THIS IS NOT A

DRUG THAT IS SMOKEN,

OR INHALED, BUT A

NATURAL HIGH FROM JUST

BEING WITH YOU, BECAUSE

WITH YOU, NOTHING MATTERS,

THERE ARE NO WORRIES.

THANK YOU MY CHIBISCUOUS.