Heather Reid Poems
|1.||A Pit Pony's Lot||8/6/2015|
|2.||My Pet By Rover||8/6/2015|
|3.||Another One For The Animals||8/6/2015|
|6.||The Posh House With The Poodle Up The Lane (Albert And The Lion Parody)||8/6/2015|
I grieve for the me that has gone.
The one I used to be before the Prince on his horse
galloped up to my gate and gave me some pills. They were great.
I look into my dark corners when I find the spare time and find different aspects of why and who I am.
The me bits that the pills chase out.
Without them, do I have any clout?
I grieve for the forced future I faced.
A force within a force without reason,
a force that was wild and self pleasing,
Now forced to think differently, meds see to that.
Do they work or prevent? Am I calm or Hell bent?