Adrift

Syd

Eyes glazed
shipwrecked
by a pink fizzing tide
absolution of worries...
Endorphins collide

Neck craned back
silently studying contours
of a spiralled artex ceiling

Neatly pressed pills
beginning to digest
will I ever tire of this
blissful abundant feeling?

Incarcerated by the current
drifting like a drunken log
barely buoyant, saturated
marooned in pea soup fog

  • Author: Syd (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 12th, 2023 08:24
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • Doggerel Dave

    Still at it, Syd? You must know what you are doing to have survived so long when many don't....

    • Syd

      Hi Dave, this poem is actually a few years old. I have calmed down recently. The poem paints a picture far worse than reality.

      Thanks for stopping by - Syd

    • 2781

      Gets bad when you loose your balance.

    • Syd

      Thank you Maxine. I was addicted to anti anxiety medication for ten years. The withdrawal symptoms were terrible. I'm finally free from them now though.

      Glad you enjoyed the poem.

      - Syd



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