Addicted Comfort

Addicted Comfort

       I.

amped up on rage coarsing
through veins without concern
on this current path
fueled by negativity
outer body experiences
no control
please don’t touch me

       II.

in the absence of pain
I see you perspire
long neck
such a thing of beauty
a bottle holding my comfort elixir
something out a fairytale
I’m now a unicorn

       III.

swallowed with pleasure
my mixed bag lacks
sophisticated organization
as much as I lack feeling
once the smile subsides
I pop another
caught in the mystery
this time am I up or down 

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Officially On Meds

The last three days have garnered a slew of emotions out of me; due to getting and taking the meds.  This has been a long and delicate process for me to even admit I needed help–six to right months later, I’m being prescribed medicine by a psych doctor.  I don’t think I have fully wrapped my head around that concept yet; and it’s always amazing to me how the body interacts to foreign materiales entering the body for the first time. I’m so tired and loopy at times, but definitely very chill so that’s a good thing. As I take in the next couple of days to let the meds work in my system, I’m preparing myself whatever may come next.