I want to make a bold statement
Before starts my brain abatement
So too wise and thoughtful to say
This is the permanent end of day
Psychotropics the cycles to still
Each and every one a bitter pill
My cycles are not all they kill
All logical thought, all my will
My heart beats no longer feeling
Personality they send ever reeling
All that me part of the human race
Away to nada land they do chase
Without them a madman is now me
With them a nothing is what I see
So now this is the dreadful choice
Be a madman or a zombie without voice
A choice most dreadful to face
Complicated by the violent pace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely and insightful poem, written in heightened language. This is the beauty of poetry. Thanks for sharing.