It takes courage to be shadow; to go mad in a world
bent from being brave.
I drank. Like Alice
used drugs to shrink myself
to fit
into the tiny box marked good.
I trusted
when doctors said
the blue pill
would take away the bad dreams,
the purple one
the fear.
The white pill lifted
the weight of pain and
love poured over my parched heart
flooding my life;
so they saved me
with the yellow one.
It erased all the feelings
that come
when we realize
no amount of good
is going to save us.
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Wow …awesome post…
Thank you Tim!
Great poem. Being good and feeling good are connected, right? Love that song.
Thank you. I don’t think I know that song.
No– I mean White Rabbit. “One pill makes you larger…”
Hahaha! Oh, that song. Duh.
This poem is awesome.
Thank you very much!
Fantastic poem…
Your poem meshes so well with that song, and the combines effect feels as if it’s been ripped right from my very soul. Great post!
Thanks so much. And thanks for stopping by my page tday.