Morhine Delusion- Autobiographical
Dragons do exist- I’ve glimpsed one
Flying overhead
But Camelot lies far away
From the confines of my bed
Dragons can breathe fire
To battle a raging fever
His voice booms and crackles
“I’m not allowed to leave her.”
Dragons do have scales
Brighter than emerald jewels
The only bit of color
Among the silver tools
Dragons make great company
Once the morphine kicks in
Everything turns fuzzy
Except the dragon’s sharp-toothed grin
A dragon does exist
He is gentle and kind
I still hope, pray, wish
He’d be real outside my mind
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