Medication Poem by Sylvester Eaves

We all want freedom to express ourselves
without all of the complications
give it all a break fights over,
when you receive that hug and kiss
we’ve decided to revamp feeling
ok so where is all this anger?
I can't read emotions nor this bottle,
nor visualize anyone giving me this
round capsule I’ve created an image,
once popped it became evil
patterns like this are expecting
a full throttle of emotions
until one explodes
If you enjoy
the frivolous pain indulged,
prescribe the same pill again
until eventually this just in
father kills wife and kids
body dead next to a suicide letter
My Son momma says,
as she cry’s the bottle
twist shut thinking of her son
in a better place away from this medication