The Apothecary

Where Romeo got the bottle that would write tragedy

Oh there is a scar
That runs down my arm
And straight through my heart.
Oh there is a scar
That grows with each beat
Each thump-twitch of my heart.

Oh there is a bruise
That covers my chest
From all the love that I’ve abused.
Oh there is a bruise
That stings from hands
From privileges they overused.

Beat Beat Beat Beat
Beaten up
Beat Beat Beat Beat
Beating hearts
Ohohohohoh
Oh-woah

There is an apothecary.
They sell the drugs that cure wounds.
There is a young doctor in town.
And he seems to pretend to know what to do.

He arrived followed by television cameras.
He arrived with a small black bag in his hand.
He arrived telling us that we all would be better.
He arrived and all our purses dried up on the spot.

Beat Beat Beat Beat
Beaten up
Beat Beat Beat Beat
Beating hearts
Ohohohohoh
Oh-woah

He spoke of water that lapped the pain away.
He spoke of gold that make the scars fade.
He spoke of voices that replaced the ghosts.
He spoke of water free save but the gold you paid.

Beat Beat Beat Beat
Beat me up
Beat Beat Beat Beat
Beaten hearts
Ohohohohoh
We haven’t got the gold this time.

Reviews

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Very clever, very deep. So profound to be coming from one so young. I can only think of the great potential in this young man as he goes thorough his watershed of pain caused by regret. I look forward to the outcome of his introspective reflections knowing that if he can understand how he got to where he is, he will also know how to move forward from it, in a positive way.
There is more to come from this writer, I just know it.