The Narcotic

by joannagilmanhyde

My Hawk Bedroom 11:30am

Dr —– has been known

To be of greatest comfort

He has the look in his blue eyes

Of consolation and confidence —

He pulled me in as his patient

Twenty years ago

He councelled me on my true love

Pushing to let go

I didn’t listen

Never could

And so was thrown the dice

Of drugs galore

From other docs

With Dr —–‘s

Advice.

Eye stayed immune

From his control

As blind as he could work

Until one night before my food

He placed a pill, The Jerk

At my table of supper cooked

By me I was his wife

#3 as I lay bare

His Fallacy of Life