Needle of Bliss
by David Palethorpe
The pain subsides
The needle slips in
Oh, the sweet relief
From life’s hell begins
I float easily free
From this existence
My dreams abound
In doped delirium
Then visitors come
Sneaking into my mind
The unconscious dreams
Many of them benign
Then follows the demons
The tremors and pain
Alone, going out of my mind
The world becomes night
As I drift away from the day
The needle of bliss
That make all things OK
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