Reader, I am trying something for the first time. I am not sure what to call it, so I will just call it a form of poetry.
It’s there peeking around every corner,
Waiting for an invite to be my buddy again
I remember the feeling,
Allowing me to wallow in self pity
With power to make it vanish,
Red pill, blue pill, yellow pill, thrown in my mouth
With water to chase them back
Like the wicked witch these pills scream,
“I’m drowning, I’m drowning…”
So with that said,
I will close with this,
Good bye my old friend, good bye!
© d. m. bourne
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