I awake to strangeness,
A loaf of bread by the bed side,
Various cups of various liquids,
Half eaten sandwich.
What time is it?
Best call dad,
“Why are you ringing me at 4am? ”
“I thought something had happened”
Zolpidem and Fluoxetine,
No longer balance like they used to,
One more Zolpidem and then I’ll sleep
3.47pm,
Two Oxycontin,
I’ll sleep in the spare room,
Less to tamper with,
Set of drawers next to the door,
A self created cell,
Surely no escape to the unconscious mind,
Confused I awake,
Bent double on laminate flooring,
Drawers and their contents atop me,
One more Zolpidem and then I’ll sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem