Seeking light in dense despair
solace where none exists
opacity to my transparent disease
pleading for redemption!
Begging for understanding
what have I done so wrong?
Why must I be punished so?
Karma be damned in damning me!
The cadence of my drummer
has gone all off beat;
I can no longer keep the rhythm
in a mind swirling with bitterness.
Vaporized in Valium;
Proselytized by Prozac;
Damned by Daypro;
Limited with Lithium.
Mental aberration within
physical abomination without.
Vermilion world of blood
created from a prescription pad.
Author notes
Sometimes, the cure is worse than the illness!
In a list
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A contest entry
- Heating Things Up! Round 2 by Ktulu Blackwolfe.
550 points, ended February 1, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow~
Oh My Word~ You took the reader into another world and when I got to the prescriptions I was like
I know several on each one and boy the work it does~later damage control 
Excellent take on the prompt
Congratulations on Your Trophy win!
-Throws confetti-
Woooooooooo Hoooooooooooo
Thank You for sharing Your Talent and Voice~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
Best wishes too
with much love & light~ Desire~*~
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Honey, you need to look at this through an editor's eyes. This wonderfully dark piece needs the punctuation to really bring out the darkness and pain that lies within the wording! please bring this pain out and make me cry!
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Thank you
I started to do the punctuation and I am usually so good about it in here, but for some reason I got distracted in this one, probably RL junk that seems to intrude at the worst times for me any more. Thank you for sharing your emotional response to this, it is exactly what I desired to enact!
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This is true. Thje cure is worse than the illness. Good old fashion be rest is the true cure. Best of luck to you in your future writes.
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Sadly
sometimes the medications are needed and no rest can cure mental illness. As someone that is on the outside but plastered against the window looking in and feeling the cold that entraps Vics soul when this disease takes a hold, well it can almost be worse. The times when Vic kind of takes a mental holiday he never remembers but ti is torturous for me. The meds that do work make him a bit of a Zombie most of the time so it is a close call which is worse, the cure or the disease!
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You got that right, referring to your AN. This is an excellent piece, I liked the fourth verse most, has a wicked beat to it. Very neat read! Thanks for entering and good luck
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Vaporized in Valium
Proselytized by Prozac
Damned by Daypro
Limited with Lithium
Now this I liked. Very creative and very well done.
**Ktulu Blackwolfe**
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