Rudely Sedated - Poem by Robin Bennett
When I turn to blow out the sun
facing west and staring at a
tomorrow born in Asia.
I've yet to find out what tonight
holds in store for me.
Your breathing slows within minutes
I've always been jealous of this feat
sleep comes easy to you.
My concoction of medication even
fails me at times. Then I am just
Thankfully, I'm not one to lose my
fortune in midnight shopping of
one of a kind bric-a-brac. Instead, I realize
I can't even do the simple things. Those
that come naturally to most.
I speak quite fondly of a woman
goddess, my muse- Melody. My bizarre
relationship with an imaginary friend,
you call it. Followed by " you are too old for that"
You are the high and mighty
that tells me all about life and normality.
Have you not yet realized I am not your
cookie cutter type? I don't do plain and
normal. I prefer creative and eccentric
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