Pills. A Poem. About… Yeah, Pills… Pills.
You take them.
They take you.
You can feel them.
Or can you?
Down the hatch.
Stutter, mutter.
It’s all gone
underwater.
Do I feel… anything?
If I could care
I’d focus on feeling.
For now… I’ll… just stare.
Can’t feel… anything.
SSRI, SNRI, Hydroxyzine — Hydrochloride.
Sorry… so sorry,
So long for now… goodbye.
I‘m clearing up. Feel too much.
Take them again,
Straight through the brain,
numb, up the stem.
If you can’t feel
are you alive?
Dive in, float down,
and wish you could cry.
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