Prozac

A candid confession from you, when your identity started protruding from innocent rage. You were accepting defeat without a fight. The lips tell the grief of human failure, your prudence propped up by Prozac. A beautiful collection of anxieties adorned on the shelf of life. A cruise in veins to dispel the high cholesterol dewy-eyed mirror and ambulating pain. SATISH VERMA

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Erin Werner

Date: 1/9/2009 9:49:00 PM

i know how this feel, being bipolar. I get tired of the rollar coaster of moods and angish well put poem

Judy Riley

Date: 1/9/2009 9:41:00 PM

Well put, good discription of someone on prozac, and the anguish they must feel, your poem brings the reader to a better understang of what it must be like. Good metophor and flow, I the style might be Free verse. Thanks for sharing Judy Riley