I cannot keep
my eyes open
the drugs,
they make me sleep
I cannot do what
I really want to
the drugs,
they make me weak
I cannot say
what I want to say
the drugs,
they tie my tongue
I cannot think
in all clarity
the drugs,
they make me wrong
© Kait King, 2015
The writer's blogk 
Soo captivating and touching, accept my humble hugs.
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Bless you, thank you! My humble hugs back x
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I just got up the nerve to write about my 20 years of consuming pain and anxiety medication then STOPPING. Without the DRUGS, I feel everything so I can’t sleep!!
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deep indeed🖤
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🙂🌻🙏thank you!
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Nice post
Your post always draw my attention
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Oh thank you so much, that’s great!😊🙏
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You’re welcome
Loving your blog as well 💟 💟
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🙏😊🌻
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I have chronic, genetic insomnia. I was told my paternal grandmother had it and that was before safe sleep aids. She suffered quite a bit. For me, natural methods don’t work very well anymore, so, I need to take meds more than I like. It’s frustrating. Thanks for the poem. 🙂
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Oh I hear you, friend! I’m really sorry you’re dealing with this. Chronic insomnia is horrendous. I’m asleep in 3 to 4 hour lots, as long as the drugs last….
Oh and you are very welcome!🙂🙏
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I’m the same way! Lucky to get a whopping consecutive 3 out of every 24.
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Bugger!! Sending you the gift of rest. Stay safe and happy 🙂💞
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beautiful……
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Blessings to you, thank you
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Wow. Well written. Simple and superb.
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Thank you! 😊
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The Drugs, they make me feel… or not.
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😉 depends I guess!!
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The words!! Amazingly written!
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Aww thank you! 🙂
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Thank you!! 😀
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Love this. very true and real
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Thank you! 🙂
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This is so deep! Love it!
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Thank you! ☺
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Im starting a blog aboutmy struggle with addiction please read. http://wp.me/p83NaA-2
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Done! Thank you for your honesty and welcome 🙂
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Nice Post!
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Thank you 🙂
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Superbly written !!
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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Let’s change the drugs.
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I wish it were that easy – been there and done that until the enth degree 🙂 but thanks for the thought – most appreciated 🙂
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I totally relate, being in recovery myself. Well and simply written, love it 🙂
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Thank you so much! 🙂 And peace and light on your journey 🙂
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Sounds like an anti-depressant…We need a Prozac Salt Lick
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Haha! Or even better, a Prozac Chocolate Lick! 😛
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I absolutely liked reading this. Well written! 🙂
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Thank you Kaushika! 🙂
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I would greatly appreciate it if you could have a look at my page as well,would love to hear from a wonderful writer such as you. Cheers! 🙂
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Thank you very much Kaushika – I will do that!
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I can relate. I too feel like a light weight at times.
But don’t forget drugs also expand your mind.
Drugs can give ya a real good time.
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Hahaha! Cheers dude 🙂 Sorry I meant as in over-medicated or in my case chemicals are the only thing that has some effect on the nerve damage I have and suffer extreme pain from – 2 medical stuff ups – so unfortunately I am no light-weight! I only wish it were so! I have a pay-off calculation I have to make – pain or brain – I can have one or the other, but not both 😉
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Cool
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Thanks 🙂
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I like the rhyme. I like the whole poem. Nice work… sometimes it can be good to be a little wrong eh?
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Lol – yes and sometimes it’s just inevitable 🙂 Thank you for your compliments too! Oh and unfortunately I’m forced to take heavy pain medication so I fricken hate the things!! I can’t speak, see, talk, walk, make a decision when swallowing that crappiola! 🙂 Or write for that matter….could be entertaining as long as I wait till the next morning before I post it lol! 😉
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I do the same with a sometimes necessary pain medication – and yes, some interesting writing – usually all i can use is the idea 🙂
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Man that’s a bonus! Usually all I can use is the back of the paper I wrote on for my shopping list 😀 haha!
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hahahaha! I’d love to pick that shopping list off the floor of my local supermarket 🙂
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🙂 hahaha! It would be the weirdest…
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Very cool poem(I can relate) and overall cool blog! The title and everything are just great and so enticing. Keep up the good work!
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Thank you so much! 🙂 It’s awesome to hear that something I’ve written resonates with someone – it makes it all worthwhile, thank you again 🙂
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Being one thats in recovery I can really appreciate a good poem on the topic such as this one.
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Awesome! – thanks, glad you’re on a different journey 🙂
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no problem =)
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🙂
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I can tell that you have a good amount of insight on the topic. Your most certainly a down to earth person from what I have read. =)
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Well thanks 🙂 I’ve found life is impossible to get traction on if you don’t keep your feet on the ground! 😉
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I’ve had drugs do that
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Totally sympathise!
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