So I'm the fiend?
I'm the freak
With tired eyes?
A loose tongue
To speak
But no mouth to eat!
FEED ME CODEINE!
FEED ME MORPHINE!
So I can remain unseen.
Diazepam for when
I'm awake but unaware.
Just let me sleep.
And let me bleed.
But I just bleat
With the Imaginary sheep!
~ Ewan AD Roy
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Author:
Ewan AD Roy (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: On a medication leaflet, my anger was raw.
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