Pop the Pill (Depression)

By threeleafshamrock

Fri, 29 May 2009
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Just pop the pill
and lie quite still,
feel the numbness creeping?
The utter peace
of stress release;
panic attacks now sleeping

No horse-hair cord,
or dangling sword
no hyperventilating.
Time to assess
poor Damocles
and halt the palpitating

But soon act two
will start anew;
this sojourn surely passing.
Then, back on stage
To re-engage
With fears cunningly massing

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Comments

Submitted by Jupiter on
Nice one 3Leaf. No sham in your rock ;)

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Thanks J.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Many a true word is spoken in a poem, Chris. Which is certainly the case here. I agree with Jupiter, 'nice one' definitely. Tina xx

 

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Thanks lovely Tina; been there, done that - got the t-shirt. Not a nice place to be but we get life experiences from all kinds of places and somewhere down the line, it will probably help. XX