My covert eyes closed by the darkness
I first crushed, then swallowed and drank
My hands and legs all struck with neural disorders
As the medication takes quick effect
My indoctrinated mind lost in the fog of a final addictive moment
I am gone and so I am to be...
Forever tortured by the constant of my own poetics
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/50-milligrams-of-comatoseness/
