My Drugs

I’ve been ill for years
I kept searching but cure was nowhere to find
Oxygen and syringes were tested
But just one remedy

I’m aging and dying
I cover my face with wrinkled hands
Hide and wipe my bluish grey tears
That I’ve tasted never sweet but bitter
Reduces my headache and fever

My cat-piss-smelled-blanket
Hugging me in months
Better than arms embraced
Than fingers touching my face
Than hands clung on my waist

Nights are worst
I hear drums and violins from my chest
I shut my eyelids before the sounds end
And wish to dream that I’m just dreaming
Then race with the sun in the morning

I filled my medicine drawers
With flavored tension tablets and cough syrups
They taste better than Valentine’s Day cakes
Than Anniversary cookies, than Thanksgiving turkeys
Than peach yoghurts, than vanilla ice creams

Breathing
Inhale, exhale
My heart's burning inside
And yet, the most comforting
I guess I’ll take this pill each day of my life.