I swallow the bitter chalkiness
of my zolpidem,
waiting for my concious to be
captured by them.
Indulging in poems of Poe
searching for the ores to row-
row and rock me to my slumber
of countless nights no sleep to number.
Author notes
I haven't written in forever and this just came to me the other night as I was getting ready for bed.
Please tell me what you think
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very good
i like the context of your work
it's a good starter if you haven't kept up
poetry is no easy task
i don't usually critique a work
but
i'm kinda sensitive
so i don't particularly go for naming a med
i googled zolpidem
it's a sleep med
so
you could have included
the emptiness of the night
lying there awake
i brave enough to be free of fright
as i wait for the earth to shake
silently
other than that
you keep going
you are doing good
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Well written. Short in words but big in meaning. Also its very deep. Great write. Keep it up.
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it really flows. its also small, possibly to be metaphorical for the 'little pill' itself?
i like it, i love the tone of this depressed numbness, of tired acceptance... it speaks between the lines quite a bit too.
. Rewarded 4
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wow, very nice, short and sweet
Really nice, I loved it, great word usage.
~Pandy~
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This is a good poem. Short and straight to the point, no waffling on. I'd give you an applause but I don't have any left.
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