Friday Poem

these strange sensations fill my head
like a blanket doused in electricity, fuzzy
thoughts collide and words become absent
disconnected, strange and uncomfortable

coarsing through my veins, waiting for the relief
seconds turn into hours...what have I done
the magic will be worked, patience
Little by little -- sanity

inhale as the seconds pass, exhale with anticipation
once in a while it must happen
to remind myself that I am still awake
this modern medication is restraining and powerful

once a day