Anesthetic. Poem by Peter Vealey
Anesthetic.
Anesthetic,
How we all need highs and lows.
And that sweet ol` anesthetic of a,
Loving companion.
Loving rest.
Anesthetic.
Let me sleep,
And never be alone.
In the world again,
Of life.
Some people are happy.
Just naturally.
Most have to make the best,
Of a bad job.
And count blessings,
Like sheep.
On the nights,
Of discontent.
Anesthetic,
How we all need,
Different kinds to cope,
With the damage,
Of the day.
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