Medicated IdentityA Poem by Kena Dawn AugustineSwimming
in your system, Controlling
inhibitions, Grasping
all the wrong And
chemically dissipating This
lurking condition…
Head
spinning in all directions To
words with
senseless meanings, All
remain valid that your Current
state is intervening, With
your goals, dreams, Just
accept it, they say, I
have the authority But
no scepter to take your Pain
away…
You
can try, But
try harder, This
chemically-enhanced Substance
will alter Your
mind… Yes,
a bigger image will
appear in the mirror, miss
your former self, for
unhappiness is
what you will find.
But
then I can keep writing Dose
after dose, Your
mind hazy and comatose, But
your highs under control… No
room for misdiagnose,
But
you just have to accept it… Face
it… That
you are subject to these Drugs
all your life. You
try to escape the prison But
too much freedom Leaves
room for destruction And
strife,
Your
blood needs to be regulated, Your
brain needs to be medicated, Your
veins ache with loss where
only Substance
can sedate it…
I
say that is not an answer, But
we have to swallow
down acceptance, Just
as the pills We
take day to day.
Medicated
identity,
Because
part of who you are Resides
in your condition, Your
mission? To
lay down submission That
there is no escaping This
demolition..
You
have no choice But
to accept it, And
ingest it. Metabolizing
in your blood, It
warms you from head to toe, But
you still feel numb, for
you have no place to go. There
is no cure, There
is no helping hand, No
one who truly cares and understands.
Medicated
identity,
Because
part of who you are And
who you will be, resides In
mediation imprisonment Although
they tell you You
will be free…
© 2016 Kena Dawn AugustineAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 15, 2016 Last Updated on July 15, 2016 AuthorKena Dawn AugustineSeattle, WAAboutWriting is my catharsis, my way to bridle my emotions. I am an intense person and being an artist, I see life through a different set of lenses, and many can not comprehend my view on life. Kena me.. more..Writing
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