Groggy
I wake up and feel the grogginess within my head body and soul...I stubble around and slide into the next room and fall in a ball of body and now I'm falling over and over cause I'm General clover who has a mission to get past these psychotically medications that tear me apart into a state of resistance that does not complete me whatsoever and with all remarks on this subject I drool down my face, with saliva rubbing on my cheek.
I'm lost in the dream of today's reality and feel so sleepy and weak... why do they medicate my brain...I sleep suddenly without rest , just over medicated and in a black hole of depression from the chain around my feet and neck.
Please stop them from fermenting me in this war of my mind and interested in the place of peace and freedom, how can they do this to me? I'm groggy and innocent and I pray today will bring me to a case of allowing me to be free from all grogginess.
I will wake up soon to start my day as I drink my coffee and have a cigarette,
Good bye grogginess.
Copyright © Brenda Hamodey | Year Posted 2016
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