Tuesday, April 17, 2018

I took something

I took something
To make me sleep
Give me happy
Instead of weep
Feed the demon
Who lives within
To fake a joy
I do not feel

I took something
Now I am tired
Let my mind rest
For just awhile

I took something


1 comment:

  1. Lovely writing, Tissy! David has read many of your well metered, metaphoric, meteoric poems to me. Pharma is always there, isn't it. There is no ignoring it. The prescription informs the poem 4/13. Hugs from me too!