Ssri's and I

SSRI's and I ... ... the sounds of thoughts clattering, my neurones sparking, like Dylan said, my morning recedes jingling and a-jangling, worn down by this leaden knot, tearing my insides out, the cacophony drowned in a whisper, lost in a silent shout, dreams and screams scratching the back of my dry throat, caged in, liberation hovering like a mirage beyond the moat. I claw my way, slowly, through a thicket of solitude, feeling my emotions peeling, stung by unseen nettles, crawling to an open field, to rest, beneath a sky ablaze with stars, as my mind glides, brushing the soft grass as it peacefully settles ...