I’m numbed out by all the meds.
My creativity’s in shreds
It feels as though I’ve lost part of me.
Sure it was bad, but now I can’t see
the imagery that comes into view
when darkness comes passing through.
But people get a different cue
that this time I won’t make it through.
So they drug me up and leave me be,
a catatonic version of me.
I’m sick of playing a pill popping puppet.
I’d rather be sick to my stomach,
purge your pills until darkness returns.
Free of your drugs creativity burns.
This darkness is where I’m meant to be.
You can be concerned, but know I am free.

~kb