Depression Meets Pill

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Depression Meets Pill

Peering out the window,
the skies are dark and grey,
when am I to know...
when the rain will go astray,
my face leans against the glass,
why wont the happiness ever last?
oh how I hate rainy days,
like a borrower whom never pays,
I stare at the clock,
waiting to take my next dose,
the room is dead quiet,
except for the tick-tock,

My moods swing like a pendulem,
thoughts race through my mind,
anxiety strikes me like an axe,
I chomp on my chewing gum,
the grudges I hold begin to grind...
grinding my teeth, I can't relax.

I argue within myself...
Should I have this cigarette?
Placing back, I reach down on the shelf.
The bottle opens in my hand,
the pill is gulped down...

I begin to feel like my feet are in sand,
the lights shine from a town,
the calming melodies of a band,
my thoughts begin to calm down.
The moon glows on the ocean and sand,
my mood is tamed like a feather in the breeze.

The little pill changes it all,
Like summer leaves in the fall.
Rain outside the window dissolves,
Clouds break from each other,
my chaotic mindset - becomes resolved.
This daily routine, with a pill... changes it all.











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BigDaddyCash commented on Depression Meets Pill

11-04-2009

Thank you for joining my group of friends I pleased to have you as a friend. Real success begins with a friend and everything else in life is a bonus. If your dreams and desires are to become rich and famous and you set your goals to make this your main purpose in life, what good would it all be without friends? You should treat a friendship like a rose garden, feed it with love, kindness and understanding and watch it blossom into a beautiful rose. There is nothing more valuable than a true friend, all other successes in your life's journey mean nothing if you can't share them with a friend. LOL, BDC P.S. Let's see some of your magical creations. What I've read here shows great talent.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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