The Sandman's Drug

I'm a meadow full of butterflies,
a shipwreck on a deserted cove
with rope that's twisted, broken and frayed.

I'm a cornered rat not yet showing fight,
frightened of what lays behind
the door to the tomb, sterile and white.

From weapons small, sharp I cringe
from the sandman's drug that brings faux death;
a numbing, robbing, stealing of life.