The Great Oh-Dee Poem by Axley Blaze

One Pill
Two Pills
Three Pills
FOUR.

Ten Pills
Twenty Pills
Fifty Pills
FLOOR.

Fall down-
Hit the ground.

Eyes they blur,
Can't make out a word.

Spinning in circles
Unable to breathe
Legs they are swollen
Feet, they feel weak
Both laughing and sobbing
It looks like a joke
Like a game, you don't want to join in
With the clarity of the smoke
Reaching for help
Needing a hand
Can't even try
To Sit
Or to stand
Falling back down
Breaths become weaker
You're starting to drift
Drift even deeper
Hospital visit
At four in the 'morn
Heart, it seems broken
Insides feel torn
Parents- awake!
Daughter is dying...
She's left in a heap
On the floor crying
Carted away,
Strapped to a bed
"You're lucky you're still
-Alive and not dead! "
But, it seems like a play
It doesn't seem real
Yet, it's this pulse that they crave
It's this life that they steal
Vials of blood
They seem to take
All smiles as a sanity
You continue to fake
Grinning through tears
You try to hide
All of your despair
You hold onto your pride
Regurgitation
Takes over now
Out with the bottle;
Out with it somehow
"Everything will be okay- "
You hear in your sleep
You hear them say
But, then you are choking
And, dreaming and done
And, there simply is no way
That it's these pills that have won
When you awake
When you come to
The tablets are gone
And, you are once again you
And, the pain it subsides
For merely one day
As you fall to your knees
And you begin to pray

You thank the lord
You're still alive
And, you let out a breath
And, you let out a sigh

As you finally see;
You finally realize
It just simply was not
Your time to die.


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