I fight you.
I work quickly
Slowing your mind,
your limbs,
your speech.
You feel me in your veins.
The hit is wonderful.
I make you droop.
clumsy and slurring,
you stay awake,
typing, and scribbling.
Finally, finally!
You give in to my pull
And sleep.
Dec 4, 2010
Dec 4, 2010 at 3:31 AM UTC
I fight you.
I work quickly
Slowing your mind,
your limbs,
your speech.
You feel me in your veins.
The hit is wonderful.
I make you droop.
clumsy and slurring,
you stay awake,
typing, and scribbling.
Finally, finally!
You give in to my pull
And sleep.
A friend of mine requested that I write a poem from the pill's point of view from my poem, The Drugs Are Quick.