Lying in silence beside me,
waves of numbing chill press.
A stare into nothingness,
leaving behind past moments of life.

Wishing I could hold such empty heart,
weary of all your essence.
Damaged with nobody to trust,
frozen from the lack of my interest.

Floating on a sea of misery,
a drowning pool gray and cold.
Cooling your alabaster skin,
pretending not to feel or care.

I touch rosy lips with my imagination,
blaming you silently for this eternal rift.
Caress each angelic strand of hair,
wishing the nightmare would end.

With such mental morphine you hold,
a silent witness of all I am.
Sedated beyond my sight, and touch,
deadened to my words of regret.

I can only sit holding your frail hand,
whispering you soothing lullabies.
Praying one day you’ll awake,
and forgive the bad man, me.

Gary Scott Gebert

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sedated/