Life With SertralineA Poem by therisaAlone With a myriad of thoughts Spinning around my mind Clock radio displays 2:58 am. Trying to avoid Any thoughts About my body And what it's experiencing With Sertraline. Latest wave Of sharp abdominal pain Cuts through me Taking my breathe away. Sadly Berlin isn't playing Their song From the Top Gun soundtrack. Rather My GI tract is Vigorously protesting Punctuated by Deep baritone burps And toxic farts. Am surprised The cats haven't left me Or filed court papers Seeking redress For personal injuries And suffering. Although I could write more About my other side-effects I won't. Too much time And ink Lost to depression And anxiety Sertraline was suppose To deal with But worsen things.
© 2014 therisaAuthor's Note
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Added on October 7, 2014 Last Updated on October 7, 2014 AuthortherisaOntario, CanadaAboutA pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..Writing
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