The Chair Poem by Paul Larmour

i sit in my chair
and sit and sit
and wait and wait
for the pill
for the pill that will
arrive
and chill
and mull
and dull
any feeling i have left
any feeling left inside or out
that may throw doubt
on whats left of my life is about
before the pill will chill
and numb
and null
and kull
any thought
that thought
it had bought
a little time
and wouldn't get caught
but every thought
gets caught
and bought back in
the pill
will, shade the senses
ease the pain
but be's the chain
that binds me to the chair
where
i sit and stare