one for that sad
one for the pain
one for those nerves
one for allergies.
pills in hand
morning routine
glass of water
prescribed to me.
the gulp
the taste
the splitting
of sour grains.
sometimes they break
and explode in my mouth
coughing
hacking
spitting it out.
forming new scars
from the medicine
taking the drugs
for the scars on my skin.
drugs
to help
scars
that develop
medicine
and pain
sometimes blur
now to me
they're one of the same.
YOU ARE READING
the ruin of my soul~ third collection of poetry
Poetrythe third edition. a different approach a new found story poems from my heart words from my soul.
