Chemicals tickle tackle down my veins
Slowly but surely changing me from within
This one tiny pill implausibly contains
Enough itty-bitty bites of energy to slow down my spin
Jittery. Juttery. I can’t sit still
Thoughts are jumping through my mind
My fingers seem to have their own free will
Plicking. Plucking on anything they can find.
A few minutes later I shoot through Normal
Directly down to Really Slow.
This little pill for the Abnormal
Sets my mind in a turbulent flow.
Hoping for my thoughts to brighten
Patiently waiting for this medicine to take effect
I undergo its quirks although they frighten
Scared I wait for my mind to recollect.
For now I will withstand
The urge to throw these little bombs in the bin
But I am not sure how long I can stand
This fidgeting fudgeting from within.
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Black Poems
PoetryOkay, I am in a major depression and writing about it makes me feel better. So these are very personal and not very funny. Just so you know...
