Saturated

Diazepam dribble

stains your off-white shirt

the colour of the skin

it sticks to.

The contraption in your hand

should have been a book, any book.

What is this aversion

to the light of the sun

and it's reflections?

All these artificial sources

are sharp strings scraping

the backs of eyes; wired-open.

Despite the depressant.

Class A prescriptions, yellow

like sodium lights,

douse anxiety in the

calm before

unexpected withdrawal.

Mangled mind, confused by wires

and rigid unyielding

from the IQ-sclerosis

of salty sedatives.

Just floating on the surface of

society approved sanity

with the buoyancy of benefits

and the opinionated ignorance of

contentment in vicious complaints.

Saturated by a lack of depth,

a rebel made a drone

by needless needs;

absent family;

fake independence;

medication;

and the denial that

there could be anything more

than symptoms.

Written mid-June 2011.