Morphine

Original poetry

Wounds visible on surface
37 metal staples my piercing
Projection displays millipede
4 times per 86400 seconds
45 days on morphine
Forcing relief in bloodstream
Tipsy my sole sense
Eyes open still dreaming
Memories haunting simply
Screaming sighs of lonely
Whispering words with no gain
Scratching glass of craving
Tearing apart my raw skin
Bleeding river but no pain
Inner beast roaring
Body burning no flames
Letting go with no claims
New energy breathing
Flying high with no wings
Black & white my true zen
Scars slowly healing
Marks surely breathing
Am I morphing into the dope thing?

Just yesterday, I had to take doc prescribed morphine after my working hours coz of unbearable pain of some different kind in my knees & shins…so, I was kinda drowsy-high afterwards…it reminded me of the time when I had to take it for 45 continuous days after the knee surgery last year…my physiotherapist told me this morning that one experiences such pain once in a while…it’s quite normal to have it but it’s intense…this poem birthed from my high time yesterday…

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12 thoughts on “Morphine”

    1. Aren’t we all in some kind of pain, that we transform into art from the heart & love?…thank you very much for reading & liking this poem…and for your kind words, dear Maggie 🙏💫💜✨

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