Quetiapine Week 2 – (poem)

Quetiapine, the destroyer of days
the thief of moments the injector
of sleep-filled breath the cloud of
haze that surrounds me inside and

out. The amazement of me; how

did my life as such disappear?
Here and there, then and now,
the week is sucked into twilight
and I’m left to stare into darkness

at midday. Life saved but blighted.

© Red Celt, 2015

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