- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Magic Little Pill
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Click hereWhat made me mad today?
The news, the kids, the job...
It's always something new
That turns my insides out
And upside down.
What is this thing
That eats at me,
And eats and eats,
Salved only by the little pill
That brings my head in line.
That magic little pill.
The doctor said it isn't me,
But chemical imbalance
That has me running sideways
Getting nowhere fast.
Without the magic pill
My nerves are all ajangle,
My head is holding fast
To steam pushing on my ears
Escaping my insides.
Without the magic pill
I mope around all day
Seeing ghosts of tragedy past,
Fighting to stay in the moment
And failing badly.
Without the magic pill
Nothing around here gets done,
My inhibitions soar,
I can't find a way to write
A single sentence.
I read words from others
Who cry out in pain,
Who say they need that pain
To find the way to catharsis.
I cannot relate.
The pain is always there
Hovering just below the surface,
But I cannot feel it.
But I know it is there; I keep it at bay
With that little pill.
The loved ones say they can tell
When I am feeling the pain,
"Did you take your pill today?"
Says the love of my life.
She can always tell.
So I take the little pill
To hold the pain hostage for another day.
Erasing all the memories;
I push the demons back under the bed;
The sadness goes away.
Where does it go?
Am I dealing with the causes?
Am I living in denial of something worse?
What are the memories doing
As I medicate?
Today I took my little pill.
How did I write this poem?
Where did the emotions come from?
How did I find these words?
Is it something else?
Maybe it's not the memories.
Maybe the doctor is right.
Maybe the demons aren't just below
The surface of my consciousness.
I'm writing now, aren't I?
- COMMENTS
sassynycalmost 16 years agoi know you'll get this, cheffie. i think this is your catharsis. the pill may hold your pain at bay, but if you cut that magic little pill open, you wouldn't find your talent inside it. your pen and your pill serve you well, but separately.
KOLKOREabout 16 years agoFirst, let me say that I have read few poems or stories quite as gutsy as yours. With true emotions and the gutsyness to deal with them you are some miles ahead of some who may have wonderful tecnique but would not say much...You may not hear many who share this view here, but this is my opinion.
Having said that, LeBroz is right. you could make it stronger by making it tighter, mostly with more showing and less telling.
LeBrozabout 16 years agoThere's so much to be said when writing on the experiences coupled to the very real needs of being medicated to face the real world. It seems to me that this might be tightened up a bit, it seems a bit long, don't want to overstate the experience keeping it tight will give it greater impact. Or, on a 'lighter' note:<br>
take cymbalta to<br>
counter the depression<br>
of watching<br>
cymbalta<br>
commercials<br>
