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Poetress2 Apr 2019
At first I felt quite tingly,
when the withdrawals first set in;
Two days without my medicine,
I need my Klonopin!
~
Then I felt numb all over,
I'd bump into the walls;
I didn't even feel it,
though my bruises told it all.
~
I feared taking a shower,
that I'd encounter a Snake;
My fears were based on the withdrawls,
how much more could I take?
~
Nausea and Diahreah,
became my two, best friends;
For I had spent much time with them,
so I prayed, "When will this end?"
~
My appetite was no matter,
I couldn't eat a bite;
My appearance began to decline,
and I felt as if I would die.
~
I couldn't stand to be touched,
it actually made my skin sore;
I was at the end of my rope,
and I wondered, "How much more?"
~
But I survived the Hell,
that the lack of Klonepin caused;
I clung to my Heavenly Father,
and held His hand, because.

— The End —