Medication: A Poem

Little pills in my hand
Will you be kind?
Will you send migraine away?
Will you be cruel
And leave me suffering?
And how will you treat me tomorrow?

Tomorrow/today
I slog through the fog
Air like jello
Arms like lead balloons
Words dance by
I can waltz print
I trip over speech

Emotionally numb
Yet eyes perpetually damp
Tears on my cheeks
My heart wonders why

Thanks triptan
You banished the pain
Thanks zofran
You banished the nausea
Thanks hydroxyzine
You banished allodynia
Thanks clonozapem
You banished wakefulness

But you linger
And as you leave
You leave a mess
You’re terrible guests

See you at the next party.

Pills on a table

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