13 pills
5 in the morning
8 in the evening
I have to swallow them
One by one
Just to stay sane
They catch in my throat
Choke my screams on their way out
Keep my tears at bay
Before they fall
They slow the voices
In their chatter
Keeping the anxiety
From grasping and pulling at my heart
And pooling in the pit of my stomach
Or...
At least they're supposed to.
But my screams
Still stain the air
I still hear voices
Bouncing back and forth
In my skull
My heart clenches
My stomach tightens
With the anxiety that is supposed to be gone
And still I swallow
8 pills each night
5 pills each morning
13 pills each day
I know that this sounds like a complaint, but really I'm just struggling to stay sane through all of these meds and their side-affects. Poetry helps.