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.
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.