Haloperidol Hangover

By pud

Thu, 29 Dec 2005

Thick head
thumps
noise
feels muted
overly loud
mocking me.

Questions are raised
what time,
day,
even year.
The longing,
yearning
to stay in bed.

Waking
eventually,
slowly,
in my
own time.

The day is pressing
urging me on.
I stumble, fall
as I arise.

Difficult decisions
deciding upon
clothing,
footwear,
breakfast
must wait.

Nursing tea
in
shaking hands
is this the
only answer
to
bringing silence
to my
tormented mind.

Requirement
simple
I need peace,
will it occur
within this world.