Acid

Sing the song of willows

Let the pain begin to fade

Allow the fake relief to take over

The mind sets into content

 

Let the numbness begin to fade

Feel the air leave the lungs

The jasmine scent no longer appealing

Panic arrives, as fast as the poison

 

Copper invades the senses

Pain too great to express

Minds become hazy with confusion

The cure becomes the killer

 

Sing the song of willows

Let the pain begin to fade

Author's Note

Comment as you please.

Reviews

[Celeste21]

I like the history behind this piece... Weeping Willows were used as medicine trees in history

[Vanny]

Wow--very well thought out, and well written. I enjoyed every word. -S

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A clearly thought out and grammatically sound prose, well done a great read.

[Sunni Davis]

I like this very much. Its thought-povoking but with an easy flow, so the words wrap themselves around your mind.

[Lily Mae]

I love it...x

[Wandering Soul]

Nicely done. I like riddles.
This will be one to ponder today.
Thanks for sharing it.

[Theresa C Newbill]

Ah yes. We can pop some good stuff to kill the pain we all feel, but sadly we ignore the journey of looking for the cure, not to mention the cause. I've been 'comfortably numb' like that before, maybe not with drug or drink, but with food, which can be just as comforting and just as deadly when used for that purpose.

Good Stuff! Well done.

[Sukriti Suki]

I like how you end it, absolutely! Just the 2 lines of how it began and then it's up to the readers to think...Nice one.