Poetry

Pills for Feels

What do you do when feeling useless becomes the norm?

When you’ve given up and got lost in the storm

You’ve gone 12 rounds and got beat down by life

Strewn across the surgery table under anxiety’s knife

Shattered rose colored glasses, blinded to the poetic

Battered by a cyclone of rage, and oh so unapologetic

This is now the normal homeostasis

Forced to go into the world with several wounded faces

You desire to heal those wounds, so down the drugs

Everything is better with daily chemical hugs

to feel normal, be human, this is the cost

But what do you do when you’re doped up and lost?

-Poetic Ice

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Poetry

Tick tick ticking

Tick tick ticking away

Ebbing away at my sanity

Eroding my empathy

Degrading my humanity

Tick tick ticking away

Getting closer to detonation

Forever getting lost in contemplation

Losing my mind without explanation

Tick tick ticking away

The fuse is getting closer to its end

My soul is about to bend

My body has lost its will to self defend

Tick tick ticking away….

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