Fluoxetine (Part 3)

The final part of my poem, Fluoxetine. Enjoy.

 Give me a glimpse of heaven,

 Breathe life into my empty shell

 Just keep me living till I grow old and die

 So I won’t go to a deeper hell

I want you to grow old with me.

My demons said they would too.

Be the wall between them and I.

My will to live depends on you.

You’re the closest to hope I can get to.

You stabilize my emotions.

You’re my island of calm

Everything else is of a violent ocean

My life is prose.

Make something out of it

Write a new one eloquently,

Let me be in charge of my fate, 

turn it into poetry.

Envelop me in your warmth,

Be the fire the burns in my blood

Wake me from my nightmares

Pull me from my delusions,

And teach me, once again,

how to love.

I’m looking for the light at the end of the tunnel

But It’s too damn dark in here to see.

Light it for me-

Because I need you again-

As I always will-

My sweet Fluoxetine.