In time we'll witness her affect
released from dark cow-eyed daze.
We wonder at how such a mind
could have, like jerky, been cured.
Now Wait for the drugs to take effect,
Aim to get through the next couple days.
In the end we don't think she'll mind.
Praise to science - all will be cured!
Waiting for the drugs to take effect;
been craving this evening for days.
It's trouble but don't really mind-
From sobriety I scream to be cured.
Subtle changes in affect,
mouth dry, ethereal daze.
and wonder at just
how one's mind
Can, like jerky, be cured...
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (Cured by Kelley Larsen )
- A, Vera Sidhwa
- What is your name?, Aftab Alam
- Heaven, Hell, or the Highway, David Lewis Paget
- Grave fetched, Aftab Alam
- Haiku(Courage), Aftab Alam
- Many Lonely People, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
- Reentry, michael walkerjohn
- Buried Beneath The Waves, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
- uncomfortable, maharshi trivedi
- Mexican Food With Jesus, Mr. Nobody
Poem of the Day
- 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
- Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- If, Rudyard Kipling
- Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
- Nothing Gold Can Stay, Robert Frost
- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
- Invictus, William Ernest Henley
- Dreams, Langston Hughes
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
William Butler Yeats
(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939)
- Heather Burns
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)