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Monday, September 26, 2011

Poem 346: Nyquil

Some people drink coffee to stay up and alert
others drink tea with caffeine cream and sugar
and then when it's time to rest they can't snooze
so they drink some Nyquil or down bottles of booze. 
But me, I drink Nyquil only when sick
and today I took 2 tablespoons full of it.
Now, although I have swallowed I do not feel tired
I'm reading the label and have found that a child
is at risk of being excited and energized
and perhaps today I am more like a child
for my heart fast is beating and I no more feel mild
Instead I feel like laughing and running and screaming
but oh if not for this stuffed-up clogged nose 
I'd be dreaming about the things life has in store
Instead I am sitting here, writing and reading
and wondering when sleep will come here and get me.
Until then I'm wide-eyed, awake and quite certain
that the Nyquil in this bottle is broken.
But maybe like Caffeine, which puts me to sleep
the Nyquil acts backwards when acting on me?
To add insult to injury, things are getting quite funny
the ceiling is lowering, the light now is dimming 
and something is growing in front of my eyes, 
...its blocking my view...  
...Only slits now...
...I...
...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

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