Lapse

I don’t remember, sorry I
lost that day to the bottle of
pills they dish out so carefully
each week with the
other stuff I swallow
blithely to keep me
sterile, wasted or
grounded. You smile

 Impishly as you fill me
in on how I got those
bruises and for
a second I hate you
it wasn’t me that that dropped my
dress
for you, but it was.

 You say I seem more
present, today 

Reviews

[TLK]

My favourite part is "it wasn't... but it was". A very complex relationship with yourself is hidden behind that self-negation.

You are speaking of a whole generation who are lost in their own pockets. Why do we make themselves stay there? It is because there are too many people, and we need some of them to hide their faces and pretend that they are not important.

[Rosalind Gale]

Straight up, out there, totally in my grill. I like you, you are not a p***y, you are a poet - a person of substance. Thank you for this -
Rosa
-x-

[Annie]

In a wonderful way, this poem makes my mind feel as boggled as a person taking drugs. The way you set up your lines was masterful. I enjoyed the sensations that your work brought me.

[Joiedevivre]

deep, soulful and beautiful as well as painful. The line breaks work really well to establish the rhythm of a slightly disjointed mental state here.

[Kainan Corrales]

Great description and a great voice throughout. I really enjoyed this poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some days we are more "here" than others, but there are those who wish we wouldn't be "here" at all...because when we are at full capacity, unmedicated and in our right mind, we see right through their false images and lies...

keeping us medicated, foggy...easier for them.

powerful write, mal.

[Mockingbird]

this is a powerful statement on society. having to be overmedicated, the effect shows in the way the person seems like he is talking to himself, trying to be coherent, trying to remember. great poem

[caesarkreshen]

HAHA. AS you fill me... in. So great. Impish. Where did you go? This is fantastic. I must have fell off the earth and forgotten to read this. Likely because the first poem was from so long ago that I thought there was nothing newer.

[Crimson_Catastrophe]

I love it.
It has a great flow to it, almost reminiscent of a stream of consciousness.
Relatable, beautiful.
Keep writing!

[.]

~ those pills are terrible... i think you captured the effect of being on them perfectly... i remember at one time my shrink had given me something that nearly knocked me unconscious within a couple of minutes of having it... i wonder sometimes if they even know a bit about what they're trying to cure...