Almost too tortured
To get anything
Done, definitely
Too sick and too drugged
To get anything
Done well, lacking all
Concentration, quick
To shut lids and doze,
To wake with a start—
When they ask you how
Much pain you are in,
You want to say none
But oceans, oceans,
More than you can swim.
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