I am analogue.
made of troughs and of peaks.
My medication offers
silence with tweaks.
I'm upping and downing,
either dreaming or drowning.
So I can't stay too long
in case something goes wrong.
First thought of the day
is of impending doom.
Rain clouds have gathered
and it pours in my room.
Later on that day,
I feel I'm okay
and I don't know why but
. . . . . I'll take it.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
I am analogue.
made of troughs and of peaks.
My medication offers
silence with tweaks.
I'm upping and downing,
either dreaming or drowning.
So I can't stay too long
in case something goes wrong.
First thought of the day
is of impending doom.
Rain clouds have gathered
and it pours in my room.
Later on that day,
I feel I'm okay
and I don't know why but
. . . . . I'll take it.
Poetry by Kaydee.
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