medication eases my way
now and then
I see the sun
notice the grey
Diazepam, Prozac, Librium
numbs fingertips
and the errant soul
so feeling yet, unfeeling too
Pins and needles
in inner being
where
you thought
you were safe!
Am I safe?
or
do my dreams
drag me back into myself?
Forever behind
with mental payment
do I owe these white coats
or
do they owe me?
Experimenting on each other
yet
that perfect oval
white
still beckons
maybe
I'm just an addict...