Lithium Carbonate in My Glass

Plunging deep, divine,

I intake fire unto these veins,

dug in deep beyond the surfaces

we see.

life can be so cruel to kind,

mocking highly at its chords,

choking every bit of it in

to shrink a soul.

but what is a soul?

simple bats flying daftly round a pole

could be lined up higher and mightier

then perhaps the purpose of one's soul,

yet who are we to know?

what is a writer to know?

what is it to which we write with

dazzled sparklers adorning children's hands

on a day so near and far

that we seek it with greedy hands

and yet,

the shrink tells me,

that I'm the crazy one.

"Lithium,

a cure to poison minds like yours,

uneven with earth's tune

and impending detrimental

despair", says he

and with a pitiful laugh...

says I.

Reviews

[Inyourshadow]

I too have been told this by those I see to be the ones touched by madness too eager to rush their diagnosis and prescribe me yet more and more meds.


but what is a soul?
simple bats flying daftly round a pole

Bats in the bellfry maybe but I for one took solace in your words let slip the dogs of war and cry havok for it is within the havok we find our peace lol. Keep em' coming