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
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Author:
Syd (
Offline) - Published: March 12th, 2023 08:24
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Comments3
Still at it, Syd? You must know what you are doing to have survived so long when many don't....
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
Gets bad when you loose your balance.
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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