Accidental Overdose
The dawning of an ordinary day
as a cloistered existence,
born of anguish and dismay,
copes with the sorrow
of facing yet another tomorrow,
letting pills have their unbridled way.
Several presription vials scattered
on the rug and spilled capsules
strewn about with a missing
unknown quantity...
how many were taken,
confused and quite shaken,
a few more were swallowed, you see.
At the end of a menacing day
another cold body lies
motionless on the floor;
naked and face down,
alone and nowhere bound,
an unhappy life breathes no more.
© Copyright 2008 Gerard Lebel
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Karin Anderson
This is happening more than most people realize now and the reality hits hard with your vivid words Jerry. Powerful penning indeed!
This is happening more than most people realize now and the reality hits hard with your vivid words Jerry. Powerful penning indeed!
magnolia
Shocking to the core Jerry. How easily it happens.Written with sensitivity..Maggie
Shocking to the core Jerry. How easily it happens.Written with sensitivity..Maggie
nightmute
You've involved us in the very environment, the very feel of one who is shaken, depressed perhaps, confusion spiking, and the count lost, or not cared enough to be kept, and the ending result, the body even as it grows cold. Your verse captures those moments between life and afterlife, and the quickening as the line is blurred, but then snaps right back to display that even a finite difference, meagerly measured in dosage, can spell disaster, sir. Well, Jerry, your verse is such a compelling poem and speaks of such things. Well done, sir.
You've involved us in the very environment, the very feel of one who is shaken, depressed perhaps, confusion spiking, and the count lost, or not cared enough to be kept, and the ending result, the body even as it grows cold. Your verse captures those moments between life and afterlife, and the quickening as the line is blurred, but then snaps right back to display that even a finite difference, meagerly measured in dosage, can spell disaster, sir. Well, Jerry, your verse is such a compelling poem and speaks of such things. Well done, sir.
Simply Bono
I know of only one person who has done this & she never showed or gave any clue that she was thinking/planning this..she used to confide in me with certain secrets..then she was gone..a friend told me later on that she had taken an overdose of pain pills..people can look at you one way & be thinking another..life is so precious..it must take deep pain to erase ones' self.... very powerful poem here.....
I know of only one person who has done this & she never showed or gave any clue that she was thinking/planning this..she used to confide in me with certain secrets..then she was gone..a friend told me later on that she had taken an overdose of pain pills..people can look at you one way & be thinking another..life is so precious..it must take deep pain to erase ones' self.... very powerful poem here.....
LightH2O
Well written and the imagery is so clear, just wish they would at least put some clothes on, it's shocking enough finding them dead.
Well written and the imagery is so clear, just wish they would at least put some clothes on, it's shocking enough finding them dead.
words
Well composed.thought out and executed.sadness fills the air.
Well composed.thought out and executed.sadness fills the air.
Lynda Robson
A graphic write Jerry about death by overdose, sad
A graphic write Jerry about death by overdose, sad
Sandra Martyres
A stark write that emphasises the horrors of death by an overdose....
A stark write that emphasises the horrors of death by an overdose....
Jay
this hits home pretty hard for me, well done
this hits home pretty hard for me, well done
Fay Slimm
You have captured the horrific truth of death by overdose in some cases Jerry - so sad a discovery for the finder is a body lying naked and breathless - and coming too late.
You have captured the horrific truth of death by overdose in some cases Jerry - so sad a discovery for the finder is a body lying naked and breathless - and coming too late.
Tragic, still it happens every day, as Karin well say. Excellent reminder, Jerry.