She looks deeply into my eyes
from behind the veil of sanity
as every inch of her injection
pulls me out of myself
I cannot feel my hands and feet
and my mind is going numb
Moments ago this nurse was not so pretty
as she keeps pushing her finger closer to the end
I am dropping to the floor, dripping into death
My body is excaping me and it's scarring me to life
Though the pain drifts away with the essense of myself
I want to get it back to feel the missing part of me
Soon I will be gone when the injection is complete
And the morphine mingles with the blood inside my brain
While I am seeping into the abyss
I tell her that I don't want to feel like this
But she continues on,
her face as morbid as the thought of what I am becoming
and her smile is reassuring while reeking of evil
as the pain fades with my ability to control my my breath
I ask her three times, is my heart beating in my chest
I don't feel anything, not even alive or dead
I just lay here, assuming I am still laying here
When my back cannot feel what used to be a bed beneath my head
Is this how it feels to journey to Hell once life is lost
Or is this all in my mind to imagine I am melting wax

07/26/2012

Author's Note: *07/26/2012. I have had this poem rolliing in my head for months after I was in the hospital back in February and they gave me a shot of morphine. It was horrible and I felt so detached from myself. jj
If anyone spots typos on my part, please send me a message about them. My eyesight has been greatly diminished from the stroke that afftected the vision center of my brain. There will likely be many more of them as time goes by. I take no offense, just let me know and I will fix them. jj

Posted on 08/20/2012
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