Where Am I?

Art by Igor Morski.

I wrote this poem after I came out of a four-month anti psychotic drug-induced haze, thanks to an overzealous psychiatrist.

Reality is slipping away
Coherent thought melting
Into nothingness

I see glimpses of life
Through the shroud of fog
But it disappears into a storm

Blood pumping from my veins
I can see right through my arms
The door slams shut

The psychiatrist was decked out
In a Dali Tambo outfit
But he soon vanished into thin air

Bright light shining in my face
I grab hold of an arm 
Where am I? As I slip away

A drug-induced haze
Clouding my terrified mind
Snatches of stark reality

My body marched on
Executing normal tasks 
Like a well-trained robot

Behind my eyes, nobody saw
Consciousness oscillating
Battling to stay present

Waking up to staring faces
Fascinated by this crazy
Walking, wounded apparition 

Where am I?
Hell 
Apparently