"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Medicine Is Killing Me

Where is tomorrow?
I can not find it.
I am sitting in the
dark of today,
cold sterility
of four walls
surrounds me.

Another pill placed
before me.
Will it help?
Family whispers
surround me
thinking I cannot hear.

There is a band upon my wrist.
Why doesn’t someone read it?
I have fallen into the fog.

Drugs take away my voice,
words blurred on my lips.
Someone please understand!
The medicine is killing me!

©Susie Clevenger 2011


elizebethelisa said...

i understand you . the medicine is killing me also,, you are not alone.you take my hand and i will take yours, and maybe we can get back to the other side.

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