Beyond My Expectations

Little and round, yet oh so culpable.
Though, anathema, for the effects not deadly,
in front of me, on the table,
there’s twelve, the keys to my fate.

Menacing? Sure, and losing, they’ll be.
Down the hatch, BURN THEM IN ACIDS!
I am no longer irresolute, you see.
Bliss, sweet drowse. Good night, my dear.

Oh No. There’s refusal to inhale.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Take a freakin’ breath!
Throat. Congested. Feeling my skin going pale.
This hurts too much. Make it stop.

There’s a tube down my throat and
a beeping in my head. I’m alive.