Sandman's Drug

Just a short memory/experience poem.

I'm a meadow full of butterflies,

a shipwreck on a deserted cove

with rope that's twisted, broken and frayed. 

I'm a cornered rat not yet showing fight,

frightened of what lays behind

the door to the tomb, sterile and white. 

From weapons small and sharp I cringe

from the Sandman's drug that brings faux death,

a numbing, robbing, stealing of life.