The Pill Poem by Edwina Reizer

Those lonely days are here with me.
And all about me what I see
is tied up in my emotions
from which I am not free.

They come and go as I persevere
and try to make them leave.
I play a few songs on the keyboard
to allow myself a temporary reprieve.

Why do I permit these days to come?
How can I make them go?
Swallow a pill everyday
and never really know

what it’s like without them?
I detest the fact that I must depend
on a chemical substance to help me
try to make the lonely days end.

Sometimes I’ll skip the pill for a day
and think I’m ready to stop.
But by the following lonely day
that damned pill I’m ready to pop.

Those lonely days will leave for a while
and peace returns once more.
My emotions then have settled down
and I’m like I was before
the pill.