Ssri's and I
SSRI's and I ...
... the sounds of thoughts clattering, my neurones sparking,
like Dylan said, my morning recedes jingling and a-jangling,
worn down by this leaden knot, tearing my insides out,
the cacophony drowned in a whisper, lost in a silent shout,
dreams and screams scratching the back of my dry throat,
caged in, liberation hovering like a mirage beyond the moat.
I claw my way, slowly, through a thicket of solitude,
feeling my emotions peeling, stung by unseen nettles,
crawling to an open field, to rest, beneath a sky ablaze with stars,
as my mind glides, brushing the soft grass as it peacefully settles ...
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