Slow Death

Pop a pill

Swallow it down

So there’s nobody home

And no one’s around

 

Embrace the blank stare,

Your mind of static,

With problems fading

And colors cinematic

 

Face the muted world,

Bleached mask in place

Letting no one know

You are such a disgrace

 

With small orange bottles

Your rage can be quelled,

Your tears can be drunk

And your poison upheld

 

 

Reviews

[Tanner Kutchman]

This poem brings me back to a time where the thought of something like that was the only joy in my life. Very compelling and true poem,