Sour and sobering.
Unpopular and distasteful.
That shakened to awaken reality.
Leaving nothing sweetened to treat,
Under a tear soakened pillow.
And life...
To discover.
After visions of delusions,
Are chased by a quick to rise dawn.
Can be a traumatic feeling to face.
When one realizes,
A prescription needed to fill...
To keep a mind 24/7 fantasized.
Had been forgotten to do.
Allowing the pain of truth,
Time to find one's mind left numbless.
And a place to sit and taunt it.
Even if the doing will not survive,
The dose to rush and kill this horror!
Many have become incapable to handle,
Cold turkey.
Hypnotism or time releasing medicated patches.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem