now everything
tastes of drugs
and i am tainted
polluted by saviour
as cheemo rules
my body and brain
befuddled with no memory
overbalancing, vomiting
stumbling, staring, sleeping
ah yes sleep takes my days
onto strange beds
in clinical wards
a land of anyone else
but mine
where is mine
where is my mind
where is my life and hope
and all i want is to goto work
where i do good
people like me
and i\'m not a burden
on this sickbed of sorrows
like a total waste of space