Thursday, July 7, 2011

Medication Fog

I shake my head once or twice


Just to try and stay awake



But to no avail I fail again



I awake to see hours have past



Noticing the things have slipped off my lap



With strange and unusual things on TV



The fog of the medication has yet to lift



Felings of tiredness still try and pull me back in



Movement will be the only way to shake this off




As things slow down the fog comes


Afternoons are the worse



Focus is gone, concentration none existence


Sleep will not come again yet



Not for hours to come



It’s not time for this to happen




So trapped I live



Living between the fog



Waiting for the night

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