Erratic yo-yo of emotion, string
now a shorter relief.
White oval, chalky comfort calms
racing thoughts, appeases
unbounded fears.
Cold terror warmed under a
blanket of rational belief.
Stalled your healing, mended no more.
The palm overflows.
Now unsteady, the hand holding hope.
New pharmaceutical foundations to the
trembling structure, my mind.
I refuse, I reject.
No azure, round salvation, unwelcome,
unfamiliar shape, blue is blue-
a false fix.
No pink capsule sticking in my throat,
tiny beads inside, released, they
scatter a pattern of dispersion
simulating stimulating thoughts
from a broken mind.
New means wrong.
Remembered isolation returning.
I worsen yet won't swallow.
Strange words on a white slip,
commitment to commitment?
Side effects filling pages only I seem to read.
How can treatment cause the sickness
if the sickness needs the treatment?
