There is a tendency
That creates a dependency.
When life is filled with pain
Depression floods the brain.
Perhaps a simple pill
Will erase and fulfill.
The pressure is relieved
From a life that is deceived.
Chemicals reinforce a shield.
Improved, but not healed…
Reroute the emotional wires…
Lower the volume of amplifiers.
The pharmacy fills the scripts
That prevent an ebony eclipse.
Preventing tears of salty streams,
Seeking the sewer of empty dreams.
Theresa, the last stanza is a very good description of the pain. The truth in your poem stands out. Medication is only a temp fix. Healing must come from within, and that is never easy. Greg
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this. It really describes what people go through on a daily basis. My friend suffers from depression so I know what it's like. I give it a 10! ! ! ! way da go