The Pills To Get Me Straight Poem by Angelica Arancibia

tic, tac…
Within white walls the clock floats,
and trembles when strikes 6 o clock.
Dum, ta…Dum, ta...
My heart beats on my ears,
and my hands are like fainting tarantulas.

Like a turtle among the bushes,
I stretch my neck to peep around,
as delicate sun rays reach upon my face
through a window that a hand
can obscure, and yet my mind cannot pass.

Like outbursts of fire pits blazing the entrails,
sensations of some kind break through
And the fume climbs high,
tickles a brain exhausted of getting resets,
while the agitation taps like heavy rain on the glass
when swept away by the wild wind.

My instincts call me to run, should I?
or just wait, wait for what?
My mouth feel words as if pebbles to spit
But only raw noise comes out.

The little window with white crusted bars
let the darkness surreptitiously climb the walls.
Something is back, some lucidity perhaps,
Fire brings heat and light… innocent shadows.
Why should I give up this moment as a chance?
Although I suspect not even this blankets and pillows are mine.

Without knocking, someone comes in,
With a worn smile hands me some water,
and a bunch of pills rainbow like.

'Be good to you, be no harm to anybody else'
I frown, as furtive tears cloud my eyes. Is this it?
No reason to cry, I had once a chance…
There I go! Back to the chemical taste!
to keep me away from myself.

Sensations of some kind break through,
And yet, my eyes are like windows of a big house,
where the wind hauls laud, and make the flame play rounds with shadows, till only dash is left.