The doctors advise seeing an adviser.
The advisers advise asking a pill.
A pill advises a short respite.
So, you swallow as the emptiness fills you.
Not the sun of that first spring day,
or the last embrace of an old friend
or the departure of your last humanity
stir anything inside.
You are hollow now, no heaven and no hell.
Surely this is better, they say,
You look through them hearing nothing,
You stare past days and nights into the stillness left by a pill,
and then you grasp what a pill advises.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
The doctors advise seeing an adviser.
The advisers advise asking a pill.
A pill advises a short respite.
So, you swallow as the emptiness fills you.
Not the sun of that first spring day,
or the last embrace of an old friend
or the departure of your last humanity
stir anything inside.
You are hollow now, no heaven and no hell.
Surely this is better, they say,
You look through them hearing nothing,
You stare past days and nights into the stillness left by a pill,
and then you grasp what a pill advises.