The Trouble With Prescription Labels Poem by Kewayne Wadley

As prescribed, I followed
All the instructions on the bottle
Made sure that I didn't miss
A beat.
One before lunch, one when I
Wake up in the morning,
& Again before I went to sleep.
None of the symptoms went away
In fact, they got worse.
I came back for another diagnosis
& Asked for something stronger.
Something associated with a
Day without you.
The months gone without sight
& The possible loss of your voice
From my ears.
Do the rules of doctor patient
Confidentiality intensity if
I admit that I've OD'd in
thoughts of you