lost Poems and Poetry

Each thought an echo of insanity,
Each touch a draw of blood,
A heathen without a fire,
My world is falling apart.

In this confinement, I seek for sanity,
Drugs, sex and fame,
What happened to the trinity?
Taking time out to reminisce,
Recuperate and face this test.

My past, alas,
a grievance so near,
With each reverie,
a world still concealed.