when

long daysthreadedwith painso tiredsquirming for comforta rainbow of pillsneedtoc o n c e n t r a t eand the pangs comepangs of what-is-the-point?why-me?working hardto pay billsfeedmy familybut whendo I get to live

cloud

floating      on a cloud    in my         wonky    world I dare to dream       these pills    could work     I could be   normal     again

grey lady

I am shrouded in mist a ghostly grey lady sweeping back and forth cross the room more suited for graveyard than office maintaining like clockwork a half-hourly pacing to exercise this gammy leg while eyes droop drowsy with drugs and I fill myself with tea to fight the fog