Toxin

Toxin

A Poem by In Em's Wonderland

Dense pill of white medicine
stirring in your organs.
Silent figures in white suits
insist toxin would promote
changes to my thinking.
To keep the brains in
or it'll be the end of certain things.
At night is worst when
I look at nothing
with my eyes shut tight.
Almost all of life is floating.
In time the working mind
knows only itself.
Why do I only hear
such unnatural things?

© 2025 In Em's Wonderland


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I do not mean to be insensitive, but this has the sound of schizophrenia. I used to work with many people who had the disease, and they often heard "unnatural things."

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In Em's Wonderland
In Em's Wonderland

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