Sweet Relief

Narcotics flood my body
Tributaries and streams of blood
Moving sweet relief to extremities
And I feel my pulse slow.

The angel sits beside me
On the quilt my mother made
Beyond sight
Far away, but so close.

The pain that burned
Throbbed and slashed remains
But I am gone, looking down
My body tangled in the sheets.

I cannot think
Past comprehension
But I am aware
I have lost this fight.

Little capsules
Yellow and orange
I hold death in my palm
Wondering how long it will take.