A collection of Poems and Ponderings

Lying Pill

The meds kick in, the pain's a breeze,
So I scrub the floors and lift with ease.
"I’ve got this now!" I say to all,
While my body is plotting it's next fall.

I climb the stairs, I tidy the shelf,
I start to think I’ve healed myself!
Then—BAM—I crash, flat out, dead weight,
A broken heap, a sorry state.

The shame sinks in, I lie there still,
Duped again by a magic pill.
Tomorrow’s plan? Move like a sloth—
Who knew a mop could set me off?

I fucking hate it.