Capsules

Capsules

A Poem by dramamine

Wrapped in a comatose dreamscape,

His lungs dripped cigarette smoke,

His silence was lodged in his throat,

and his dimming eyes were blinded by the neon glare,

Caught in the seams, he soon awoke, choking on and

Tangled in withered hair,

He manufactured a thousand false smiles,

and in his head everything was folded in bile.


On this day he had found God,

Plastered on the screen spilling bullets and silencing shots.

The surrounding walls stole his shallow breaths,

and the people cloaked in white watched him intently,

Their unwavering gazes sent chills through his fragile bones,

Still and silent he sat as they shoved the capsules down his throat,

And in these moments,

when the ghosts of loneliness would break into his head,

He wished for the waters to flood this nightmare and wash away the dead.


Blinking lights hung loosely above,

Weaving in and out, underneath the fading sounds.

Drowning inside of his demoralized thoughts,

He screamed and he shout, struggling to escape his confines,

He knew he shouldn’t,

He knew he must obey,

For they always told him,

“Do not think, do not speak,

only listen to the words we breathe.”


They rushed in his room like the roaring waves of the ocean blue,

They pried his mouth open and poured the blurred waters through.

The pills were painted blue,

and tasted like his memories no longer true,

And when the night no longer turned to day,

His mind remained void and drenched in gray.

    

© 2015 dramamine


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(He screamed and he shout) shouldn't that be shouted? Being old I have visited a few friends on their death bed, and I have envisioned what might be going through their minds. It is chilling as parts of your poem echoes some of my thought,had a friend who died from emphysema and (His lungs dripped cigarette smoke) is an apt description. Surreal, haunting, frightening and has me look at all those capsules I take differently now. That is a nightmare I did not need :~{
Good write my friend.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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I really like it!
Great idea for a poem!
Well done!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


(He screamed and he shout) shouldn't that be shouted? Being old I have visited a few friends on their death bed, and I have envisioned what might be going through their minds. It is chilling as parts of your poem echoes some of my thought,had a friend who died from emphysema and (His lungs dripped cigarette smoke) is an apt description. Surreal, haunting, frightening and has me look at all those capsules I take differently now. That is a nightmare I did not need :~{
Good write my friend.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on October 2, 2015
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Tags: dark, poetry, life, sad, insanity, pills, addiction, mental asylum

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You can call me Twiggy.I'm just a 16 year old girl. With no friends so I spend my time writing s****y tales, poetry, and listening to music. I hope to one day become a musician and you know start a ba.. more..

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