The sky is purplegrey tonight
like the colours layered
in their faces.
They troll in and out-
around the corridors
waiting in turn.
for the remedy!
the pill!
smoothed out lines
of withdrawals to ffffade
slow ly a w a y
And they all see it
the sky-
through the detox office window
where they watch.
the city s pills up and down
and the chimney pots
play charades
with their minds
[guess who's coming
to dinner tonight
who wants supper
did you sleep today?]
lotions and alternatives
Anything, is better than looking
like the same colour as the sky
Adding your comment:
You did a great job at recounting yet another shift on your job and I admire you ( for your poetic skills of course) but just as much for what you do to possibly bring a bit of cheer to someones life , for I can picture you always having a smile and/or a cheery word for all
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