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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