Poem: PRN – 26/01/21

Look what they’ve done, 
prescribed those tiny bullets,
dissolving, smoking gun. 

The lacklustre effect is taking, 
lethargy, it is growing, 
malaise, it is not helping, 
boy, these tablets are not assisting. 

But perhaps they’ll calm the mind
in due time, 
relax, replenish, 
make the thoughts intertwine,
as though ivy would, 
or thin rope, 
wound around and around, 
gentle, 
methodically, 
the medication has brought hope. 

Feeling less anxious now, 
the PRN has made the world have less overwhelming, 
in tow, 
my ship is causing no drift, 
I’m on crystalline waters, 
with this agent, 
there’s no need to think,
the ability to relax is here and now,
a wistful song, from inside my heart grows.
 
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