Morphine
I deal with the pain to no avail
Morphine in the cabinet yells its hail
I pop the pills hoping for some relief
But I am in turmoil, my belief
Constant ups and downs in my life
I fear being an addict to my future wife
But I can’t help it, the pain is strong
Life should’t be like this, it is wrong
Morphine is calling for me again
And this is how the poem began
Her grasp on my life is heavy
But the relief she brings, sedates me
I float into the air of nonexistence
A rest from pain so consistent
Here comes the warm rush of blood to the head
Here I lie all alone in silence, in bed
Now that the pain is finally gone
My body’s cells vibrate with opiate song
Oh how I wish the feeling would last
But soon the pain will be back, much too fast
Morphine is calling to me again
Pulling me into her opium den
The pain screams for some numbness
I pop the pills again with a quickness
She has me trapped like I am some slave
She pulls me into her hopeless cave
I wish there was answer to my pain
But I am afraid my life is in bane
Morphine is calling for me once again
And this is how the poem began
Copyright © Craig Godleske | Year Posted 2005
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