stop: A Poem

 make it stop
 make it stop
 make it stop
  
 the pills worked just long enough
 to give me hope
 to make me forget what it felt like
 to feel the way I’ve always felt
 and now I feel it like it’s the first time
 so fresh
 so rotten
 because it’s back after being years
 and moldy years of all I’ve known
 but I know better now
 and I want it to stop

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