A tiny little white pill.
That’s all.
Something so small,
were I to drop it in the bedroom,
I’d have to get to my knees, rooting
in the nap of the carpet to find it again.
A tiny little white pill.
That’s all.
Sleep.
Calm.
No more racing pulse.
No more palpitating breath.
Slipped under my tongue,
I savor the moment before letting
it slide unaided down my throat
to my nervous stomach.
Yet another addiction has begun.
Again.
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Comments
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OMG!! wow.. I am speachless
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David and Goliath it seems
True and so well written
Thank you for your entry
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ah and what they do not tell you about these little pills.. beautiful write.
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The image of having to kneel to find the pill on the floor in §1 is amazing; and it contrasts very well with the fact of what a HUGE effect it takes on one's life.
I agree with Julie; as a society we are totally and completely overmedicated; that is just another way for people to make money. And we pay for it with addictions and the fact that bacteria are becoming immune to whatever we throw at them.
Thank you for this profound write this morning. Good luck,
Zach -
And they wonder why people
have such addicting personalities! you can't go to the doctor anymore without getting a script for something!
Whatever happened to "take two aspirins, and call me in the morning"?
Thanks for entering!
Best wishes in the contest and always!
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This is really good. Simple and powerful and to the point. I love how you pour our heart out into your writing. Another great poem by you!
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I Know The Feeling.
I used to be in love with Xanax. We had a torrid affair which I whored myself out to it on a daily basis. I like the development of the piece, the way it unfolds is brilliant. It's a trip and a half.
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