Poem -

The needle's kiss

The needle's kiss

It's that time of the week again;
when I feel a little queasy, 
somewhat out of sorts,
I have tremors in my hands
and I can't think properly, 
sleep doesn't come easy. 
I have to go and see the man
to get a dose;
then as the needle kisses me
I am at ease,
I can think again,
the shakes end and I don't feel sick anymore.
lying in my bed I am relaxed,
the sheets give me s warm hug,
I feel much better as if I am glowing from the inside, 
then it's off to sleep,
the dreams flow and I know I am going to be ok;
and I wait for the time of the week 
when I feel the needles kiss again.