Medicine

My heart is beating in my chest I'm sweating and who could've guessed I think I  never took my meds again 

my hands are shaking what is this? and why would such a thing exist? A long long day without my medicine

yes it's a long long day without my medicine

 

I long to see it in the dark, I walk to meet it in the park 

I often tell it come to bed again.

 

when the tiles slip from under my feet, and I feel dizzy in the lonely streets

I've woke the dead buried in my head again. Don't have to look too far, maybe in the car maybe just one road could be a road too far

my medicine has just so many friends

I walk the road agaiiiin with my medicine friends, I walk the walk again with my medicine frieeeends

 

 

 

So if you see me down the lonely street and I'm prayin to god for eyes that don't meet

don't take it personally I'm just dead again. 

How could such a thing exist, a pill that cures a state like this, a roses kiss and bliss like wishes granted

oh a roses kiss and bliss like wishes granted.

*faster*

Oh I can't wait to get outa bed again, I got my medicine and I'm on the mend

if ya see me on the street with eyes 

if ya dead and couldn't face it brother I'll understand 

but ya just gotta find your medicine, do it with your brother sista, mother, Mr, lover, your friends

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a poem/country song I wrote today about my "medicine"

it contrasts the ideas of "good" and "bad medicine" (be it literal or metaphorical) all the prescription drugs people are given for anxiety and depression and if it really is the best way to deal with them. 

Comments always appreciated

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