Medication Wake Up

I woke up this morning 

The bathroom gets approached

Too tired I lay back on my pillow

Finally the last alarm goes off

Time for me to get up and start

After the bathroom head downstairs 

To the drawer full of medications 

Take the dosages they prescribed

For the next hour deal with all the affects and effects

Try to muster up energy to make it through the day

Feeling sick to my stomach how much more can I handle

All this suffering feeling stuck

I will make it through this day full of paths of quick sand 

Keep my head up until the day turns to night

No exact method or plan to make it through the next day

I lay my head back on my pillow again.  -TA
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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July 11, 2018 at 5:57 AM
Todd, brutle and sad.. is the meds for Cancer??
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July 11, 2018 at 2:16 PM
It is for those who suffer with this experience the sickness does not matter. Thank you for your input I always appreciate it.
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