that first jolt of pain awakens to the morning
feeling tugging as if the bladed point of a hook
is buried chest deep and being drawn
out through your back before once again
waking familiarity finds the morphine bottle
and the long drawn out pause
that hopeful wait for it to kick in to clock out
of conscious reality into a haze of opiate dull blur
stealing reality in exchange for another non rewarding
armchair slept away-day of nothingness
no warning there would be weeks of this
with so much hassle to get another bottle
of barely adequate numb dumb stupifying
pseudo peace
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: had a rather painful proceedure last month which has me doped up till things settle down, all i want to do is sleep these days so haven't been able to post my usual bits and pieces but i'll get back to you on that hopefully - enjoy the sunshine folks
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Hope you feel better soon dusk ) and sorry to hear of your pain and struggles
Oh dearest Dusk - sending my best of big hugs as you try to recoup from your treatment - -the verse is so telling and strikes to this reader's heart - how hard it must be but you are a survivor and never forget it my wonderful friend.
Sorry , Sleep if you must.. Be Well Dusk: I don’t frequent here often enough , but you still stand out as one of the few, I enjoy reading.. Take Care,
My thoughts are with you DA & no kidding ...................................... oh' n just between you n me .. I was once hauled over the coals for prescribing morphine sulphate .. E.P.A.C.T & the H.A said I prescribed more of it than Harold Shipman ... took me almost a year before I was exonerated .. write on and go well my friend .......... Neville
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