Carolyn Brunelle


Pills - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Some think there's an antidote
to all of life's ills.
At the end of the day,
a hand full of pills
erases the mind
from all its tomorrows;
a sweet release
from all today's sorrows.

A manufactured cure
from which glory streams,
a life being lived through
pharmaceutical dreams.
Days and weeks soon
turn into years;
a mind is lost in the haze
and glaze of empty tears.

A veil of confusion that
turns into self-doubt,
consumes the soul
that is left without
any love, any pride,
any hope or self-worth
as it languishes
and dies
from the antidote.


Comments about Pills by Carolyn Brunelle

  • (5/6/2008 10:13:00 PM)


    Another superb poem!

    A manufactured cure
    from which glory streams,
    a life being lived through
    pharmaceutical dreams.

    AWESOME piece of that 2nd last stanza!
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2008



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