Seroquel Poem by Kevin Patrick

Drifting away to serenities wake
Foggy clouds drown fears grand parade
thoughts turn to gusts of sweet sole molasses
and I slip into an avalanche of somnolence
feet feel like led and are foreign to walk
every step up the s is like a trek on Everest
Walking becomes and exercises in quicksand
And the bed with the pillows are medals of gold
Soon Gravity takes a hold of my eyelids
And I fall through the cracks of the present
Times cuts itself into pieces of irreconcilable moments
And I flash back forwards through a vacuity symmetry
All my mutilating thoughts my mind deconstructs
Are put into the folders in the back of a drawer
Now there's a no vacancy sign on my anxieties door
As I open the floodgates of my castles neurosis
I am now allied with night to shut down my sight
Into the luminous ocean of black oblivion
I shall swim diving down to mermaids of Morpheus
Let the sirens lure me into the web of eiderdown
And I shall finally past this insomnias test
Where the black box of consciousness can rest
On a lease of peace a mind at ease
And I finally be wrapped under a spell
And the darling witches name is Seroquel