Silent Memories Poem by Keri Jopplin

Lord help me now I pray not to suffer;
I don’t want to think as things’ll get tougher.
Listen with care and I’ll tell it with glory,
Of a lil' child alone with her and her story.

I'll tell it with sadness and I'll tell it with humor,
For they kept fondling, their hands down our bloomers.
Belly aches, head aches and me throwing my fit;
Remembering my madness as I write my wit,

I'm nervous & hyper, there are things I regret,
Even have ulcers (burp) See, wanna bet!
Jesus, Jesus, please help me Lord;
All my medical bills I cannot afford,

An anti-depressant they call it prozac,
Here comes a memory, another flashback.
In and out of doc's and therapists too;
Pill after pill more than a few.

To treat this depression, this manic phase,
All that it welcomes, my high, I'm crazed!

Keri Jopplin
11/7/1990
Revised; The Unquiet 10/9/02
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