My covert eyes closed by the darkness <br />I first crushed, then swallowed and drank <br />My hands and legs all struck with neural disorders <br />As the medication takes quick effect <br />My indoctrinated mind lost in the fog of a final addictive moment <br />I am gone and so I am to be... <br />Forever tortured by the constant of my own poetics <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/50-milligrams-of-comatoseness/
