SSRI.

awoke at three AM

in a bed too big

feeling way too small.

sweet autumn gaze

resting his weary mind.

with a hand on my chest

to measure loss of breath.

and i cry out for my God

who seems so far away,

nestled in ivory

while i'm coated in bramble.

thick black tendrils

strangling the ribcage.

inconvenient pressure.

tachycardia. 

so i walk on kitchen tile

to black box midnight orange,

pop the lid

and pop the pill.

this isn't supposed to hurt,

but the shame doesn't seem to know that.

Reviews

[Buddhistboy73]

An interesting poem....seems to be about taking something to "take away the pain" of life.....

pop the lid and pop the pill.....

Thanks for sharing....

Feel free to stop by and check out one of my poems...

BB73

[Neha agrawal]

It doesn't ask to be liked, it asks to be heard, and that’s powerful.