Sedation

A poem about the abuse of drugs and alcohol in order to deal with pain and mental health illness in the 21st century

We are a nation of the young on a search to be numb
our canisters crack , balloons inflate with a hearty laugh
Our eyes roll back, "just let go man, it'll be fun "
our escape from self is both bottled and on draught
both self aware and self depleated, nothing to be won.

We sit in a room with four walls pressed harsh
alleviation on the mind , an escape from dark thoughts
our legs stuck in the mud, head peering over the marsh
misunderstood, we wish peace could be bought.
However, the self needs alleviation when words compress
In a system that compares and contrasts
Each individual wallows in their sadness
with a hope that blissfullness would last.
We live in the united state of comparison
with a view of homogeny
They can't handle it when there is s sense of ambiguity.

Our alleviation is brought upon by the bottle and smoke
I see freedom as a wall without a mirror,
no capitalism or agenda with calculated error
then maybe the system wouldn't be broke
I choke, on the broken pieces of lives
I see a homeless man pull a bottle from his sheet
do you blame him, if he hasn't eaten for a week
when will we realise, or empathise
With those whose lives are taught with tension
The need for sedation is an epidemic,
is it too much to even mention