I am your pharmacy

This is me!!!

Awaken to a black light

My heart trembles in fear

As I stare blindlessly

To only see that the end is near

With your pain, come to me

I will prescribe your medicine

I am your pharmacy

 

My knees are weak and aching

Walking foward in a wheelchair

I run with no destination

I hate it when people stare

With your pain, come to me

I will prescribe your medicine

I am your pharmacy

 

Hearing their words with my eyes

I see no shame in listening with my fingers

Nodding and smiling just to fit in

I am stared upon as a stranger

With your pain, come to me

I will prescribe your medicine

I am your pharmacy

 

I am thee who sweats blood

He told me he loved me and only me

Remembering the words of my friends

Its to late I am forced to be a soul thats dying

With your pain, come to me

I will prescribe your medicine

I am yur pharmacy

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Bear]

Good poem... I like how you phrased "walking forward in a wheelchair" for that is how folks walk when in their chairs. Different sure, but no reason to stare, more reason to admire their strengths to carry onward.

Oh "Doc" sometimes a good cry must be what one's in need of? A little while ago I put a 1982 cassette copy of Simon and Garfunkel The Concert in Central Park in and pushed play... and the next thing I knew tears were welling up within my eyes... as the songs played on the tears were flowing steady (I'm not going to wonder why) I'm just going to keep listening and let the emotions flow from within in hopes that I'll sleep sound tonight and be "refreshed" come morning. Sallie Bear

[Tangerine]

I loved it. Thank you for posting it. I really needed something to help me compose myself, because right now I'm a bit unstable with my insane grief about beloved fictional charecters. . . . Anyway, I could probably relate most to the last stanza. I've pretty much been a wreck all year because of something that happened last year, something dumb and naive of me that probably wouldn't seem so bad to someone else. But now I'm still finding it hard to heal. The scars are always there, constantly threatening to open up again if I let my resolve slip even the tiniest bit. I wish you better luck, and keep writing your wonderful poems.

[Kevon]

cool we can definitely collaborate from this