Jon B. Rangel Poet Rhyme

Bottled Hurricane

As of now it takes 7 different pills to put me at ease,
without them I'll most certaintly be on my knees.

Pain; physical and mental haunts my mind,
partaking of "mary jane" to help me unwind.

There is no peace for me while I live for what I've put myself through,
a bottled hurricane contained by medication taken in queue.

Inedbriated in mind and body, it is so very hard to know what is real,
no dreams while I sleep yet awake to more drugs that just conceal.

I know what I can be and am capable of without them,
PURE RAGE and I know from where it stems.

Will this be the way of me forever?

Like that of the Phoenix; must be controlled,
not knowing how much longer these chemicals will hold.

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Carol Sunshine Brown January 10, 2012 at 7:08 AM I enjoyed reading your great poetry this morning Jon. I hope to be able to read a lot more of your writing in this new year of 2012. Love, Carol

Jasmine Murphy January 9, 2012 at 3:27 PM we all have those days where we just wanna crawl in the corner and be isolated from the troubles of life. but if you see the bright side of things im sure the pathway will become alittle lighter:) hope all is well -Jasmine