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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