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.
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