Mind Medicine- poem #49

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He injects
and I can feel
myself losing conciousness
of the world
that begins to whirl
around me
my future
and destiny
being written
before me
medicine
and
medicine
to control me
my mind becomes foggy
and I speak
with no real meaning
walking with no direction
on my medication
that I have to take
day
by
day
to keep me at bay
Control
is what they want
to keep me
trapped in their
endless walls
a prisoner
to obey their laws
to control my flaws
Or
"Talk"
about how I feel
about my pain
to keep me sane
but,
i've never been
and neither are they
but
they think the way
they do things
and what they believe in
is the correct way to do things
They think the medicne
controls me
but
you know what it does to me?
it puts my mind to sleep
every time I wake
and take
the medicne perscribed to me...

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