My gratitude is genuine
but my prayers of thanks sound hollow
on this day
pain will do that
The tramadol is working
My words are soft and small and separate
like the deviled eggs in the container
I am drugged and drowsy
before even tasting the tryptophan turkey
or the warm apple pie
But I am thankful today
for my family
for the food
for painkiller that works
and that I don't feel like this all year.
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Within the Chimera: a poetry collection
ŞiirThis is the world where I grow my inner poet: no holds barred as long as I think it's safe for public consumption. All poems will be dated with the original creation date, so if I post things out of order (a highly likely occurrence), all my reader...
