Open Poetry #36 |
Medical Philosophy and other things that go Quack in the Night |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
I can feel the pain, Gaining hold of my body, Creeping up my arm Tingling then to numb Releasing feeling of me, Is this changing good? I can’t feel the numb Come all over my body, Letting go of touch Oh it’s not so much Since there’s little touching me, Is this numbing good? I close my eyes And to my surprise Wake again Numb without pain Till a pain comes back Filling up the black And return to waking Another day making. I guess it all come back To be or not to be Slipping into the black Sleep where dreamers might be And not to have to stare At REM’s nightmare. Take this pill It helps sleep, yes it will, You’ll get the rest To be your best, But what you don’t explain Is why my best is wrapped in pain, Keep your pills and prescriptions Your potions and notions of cure Because I know you aren’t sure I’ll take a pass And you can kiss my xxxx Gloom |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Is why my best is wrapped in pain, a great line~~ M |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Agreeing with Maureen. Awesome ! hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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