Meds and Rhymes

Sometimes, I forget my meds. Before I go to bed. I did brush my teeth. Then under the covers I’m beneath. Where everything is worse. I repeat every verse. To my life, I cheer. As I try to steer. But all I have is jumping higher. I wish I was restful, instead I am wired. At 4:00 am, wondering, if there exists a “then.” Sometimes, I don’t take my meds on a whim. I like feeling scared and tired. I like feeling wired. Waking up, shaking hard. Then stepping into the yard. Shaking spiders away. Watching the early morning sway. I will skip my meds again, someday, somehow. For now? It’s 4:03. And waking up early is free. I wish I was ordinary sometimes. But all I have are meds and rhymes.