MEDICATED DREAMS

A poem from 1985...When medical madness entered my life.  2015, I take back my mind and life....

​MEDICATED DREAMS

In each tiny recess of my mind

The dark will always follow

From my dreams, there’s no more escape

The ache that leaves me hollow

As each night descends into a dream

Each night is the same old story  

Each night I cry in hate and pain

When I wake up, I’m sorry

As darkness comes then so does dreams

To tear, claw and destroy

The haunting laughter I can hear

My body’s become a mechanical toy

I fear one day these doctors will drag me down

Maybe one day I will cease to be

One day it will all be over

What then will become of my body and me…

© Brenda Keough

Angels, clear your mind and a new vision will return....God is always standing beside you.

Love and hugs. 

Wishing you a greater life journey.