I stopped
taking those
pills
a week after they gave them to me. “Your life is
in this bottle,” she said with hope and bit my
cheeks a cold red.
that was the week I tried to
keep as far away from myself
as I could because that
illness sure sounded communicable.
“You seem so
depressed today, is something
wrong”
or did you forget
again?
and then today
I found myself walking
down the hallway of a vacant building
in an abandoned strip center, looking
for somewhere, anywhere
to hide from
my disease.
I know
they won’t find me
here.
A contest entry
- Free Verse and Free Reign To Tell Someone To... by Dalaney.
950 points, ended November 28, 2008, 14 entries
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hmmm. ... ok.. so i have bi-polar. i am not aware if you know that. and this piece made me feel like you were me . or talking about me. or whatever. the "pill taking" was something i never remembered and argued with others about. and i am always looking for a place for myself to hide from my illness... though there is not a place ...
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i know how it feels. it's awful. i'm supposedly bipolar. i don't trust the doctors though. haha that may be further evidence of my disease.
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An interesting take on
the prompt. Thank you
very much for writing.
Love, Lane -
This is perfect the way it is.
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Thank you
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Yes, many of us have a killer disease that will destroy us, but no place to run or hide. Thank you for sharing.
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