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Too often, I feel this stupor,

one of being disconnected from myself

as though watching the scene from above.



Pills, capsules, manufactured relief,

fleeting as it may be,

poison my system like toxic waste

and leave me without simple control

over my own being.



I exist in this drug-induced coma, via perscriptions,

seeing this life through

glazed eyes and amber plastic containers,

that dim and blur any vision of normalcy.



And yet, sometimes I think of them

as my only hope-

My only hope of escape.

How simple would it be, with so many

so close at hand?



How easy to swallow one too many.

One bottle too many.

Too easy-

and yet, too very hard.