Amisulpride Days Poem by H.J. Shreeve

Amisulpride days,
See nothing,
feel nothing at all,
Yeah I guess I'm a wanderer.
My chemical lobotomy,
Leaves foam at mouth,
A twitch makes me fall,
When I'm not sleeping,
I'm staring at walls.

Amisulpride days,
No spring in my step,
The beast still at the door.
Looking outside,
Watching a tree,
Guess it's staring back at me.

Amisulpride days,
All hope is lost,
He'll prescribe me anything,
No matter the cost.
Up for three hours,
Sleeping for ten,
At least I can still put paper to pen.

Amisulpride days,
All hope is lost,
He'll prescribe me anything,
Regardless of cost.