The drug smiles for me
reptilian and affable
it moves I follow

The slow blink deciphers not
light from dark, motion from static,
marks time only out of habit

The cool embrace of a limbo
where distance is measured in
bodily functions and solipsism

This is peace: cottonmouthed mute
and clamorous silence
is my retreat, my surrender.

I do not love or hate,
laugh or cry, want or reject.
I am, it is deemed, chemically sane.


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One response to “Chemically Sane”

  1. How hauntingly sad, and devoid of “a real life existence.”

    While this may be poetic, it is deeply disturbing.

    Here is my version:

    I am neither dead, or fully alive

    I do Love emphatically, and for this I live

    I do not trouble myself with hate, it serves no one

    I enjoy silences, but joy is my real desire

    People are empty my nature, not by design.

    I choose life despite it’s need to kill me.

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