Space man is a horrible expression to use, 

for how I felt when the medication was let loose.  

This is how it made me feel,  

light headed, nauseous and generally spaced out. 

Dry mouth, blood simmering under my skin,  

I should not have been at work that is without doubt.   

 

It felt like I was watching myself from above,  

Soaring up high like a peaceful dove.  

Maybe that is how it should have stayed 

No worries or cares on a gentle breeze I would have swayed.  

Back down to earth with an almighty bump 

Anxiety sucking me down like a vacuum pump.  

 

Eyes flitting, concentration poor 

My colleagues won’t let me out of the door.  

Worried for my wellbeing, being home alone, 

Sit it out they said , I'm too far gone to moan.  

At my desk I sit trying to grapple with my thinking 

Trying to function, the world around me shrinking. 

 

After about 4 hours or so nothing feels the same, 

I'm drained, tired of feeling so lame. 

I've lost my appetite food does not appeal, 

All of this just doesn't feel real. 

I'm off to bed sleep has taken a hold 

Tomorrows a new day for another poem to be told. 

 

My day as a space man is one I want to forget 

I am not prepared to give up yet. 

Tomorrow I will take another pill 

Onwards I fight and I always will. 

 

17/01/18 Natalie Sparnon