The medication swims in my forehead,
for some reason it’s affecting me there most,
tonight I am hazier, staying up far too late,
allowing the dosages to overly affect my consciousness.
I want to make the most of my evening,
but with these tablets I cannot,
they drown my lobe; I feel the tightness in the frontal,
a pressure of sorts,
I want to remain awake but I am fighting
a losing battle.
The chemistry, the man-made cures for
bouts of temporary madness, which tames
the imbalances within my brain,
I succumb to their placating of future ferocity,
I am now a sedated meerkat.
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