Another pill,
Prescribed to make me better,
If only that were true.
Every time I consume,
I fall further away,
From the me you know.
Tedium resumes,
Whilst I am paralysed,
Failing to recognise you.
If I were truly free,
I wouldn’t be so scared,
Not so easy to walk away.
I am still here now,
Afraid of what’s to come,
Surely it’s safe to forget a dose?
I do not want to be here,
For you to see me frail,
Please, please let me go.
I know that you wont,
Really love you for that,
But I am losing faith.
What is the point?
Of memories removed,
This pill is a curse.
Drained of vitality,
Grasping humility,
Failed in reality.
Doctor’s little miracle,
Sticks firm in my throat,
Doesn’t help in any way.
It’s not worth the concern.