TWENTY-ONE
Clinical Disillusion, a poem.
Here I stand, heart in hand
Feeling like a one-man band
Feet in the clouds and head in the sand
Bleeding my adrenal gland.
Everything has come undone
What was two dwindles to one
And nobody's having any fun;
This darkness coats a dying sun.
I thought they gave me what I need
That would make my hate recede.
Doctors told me to take heed
And prescribed me legal speed.
But nothing works and nothing changes
Chemical that just estranges
Now I'm splashing down in stages
And ruining these once-clean pages.
Laynie