Torn

Uppers and downers,

Calmers and sleepers,

All gone from the cabinet,

No herbs, no chemicals,

One day rolled into another,

And another, blanketed by fog.

Tears have run dry,

There is no home.

Heartache and heart attack,

Can’t tell the difference.

Pain runs through the veins,

Blood dries through the rains.

Only wish, someone takes the knee,

When the last breathe dies.