Side Effects.

by Linda   Apr 26, 2015


The movements around me are thickly pouring syrup,
molasses,
slowly moving,
deep,
dragging,
low slurring,
droning
voices
and lazy moving limbs
become a sluggish blur
in a sleepy euphoria.

My body is almost comatose with such
overwhelmingly lethargic senses,
and numb with pins and needles caressing my psyche,
scooping out my soul
so I forget to feel anything -

when all I wanted was to feel normal.

© 2013

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  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Excellent writing

  • 9 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    I remember this poem!! I remember it well because I had just stopped my meds that I was put on, for all the reasons that this poem describes.

    The topic of side effects is so deep here, and so ironic, because the medication is supposed to make you feel more better, and help you get through each day, but sometimes it makes every day harder and you feel less alive on them, and often more ill.

    I think you really described it well here, using really short and choppy lines which worked amazingly to show all the different ways you felt.

    I think your last line especially was powerful, because it shows your intention of going on meds, you wanted them to make you better and feel more like everyone else around you seems to feel. This makes it quite a touching ending, to know you wanted something, but the opposite happened.

    I am glad you reposted this, as I am glad I stumbled on it again!

    :)