Waiting around for the pills to take effect,
waiting around for numbness and relief.
The pain twists like a rusty knife,
and I dream of different times, better.

I dream of being healthy and strong,
the way I used to be, immortal, untouchable.
Until the pills take effect, the ragged pain,
the near nausea, the burning itch.

They say that time moves fast but it doesn’t
when you’re waiting for the pills to take effect,
waiting for that fluffy cloud of cotton
to overtake me, so that I feel only softness.

To lie down and sleep the sleep of the blessed,
this would be my desire, to sink even beyond
dreams, to the darkness below, and even below.
I wait for the pills to take effect.



Syd Weedon
2/3/2024