This pill that make me sleep and takes away my dreams.
It keeps my thoughts and leaves me disesteemed.
Who doth have these rights,
To take away my starry nights?
When the morning wakes it is just about certain,
Hopes are lost as I draw back my curtain.
Just one pill that reels
My reflections it always steals.
I procrastinate and take it purposely late.
Avoidance cannot protect me from fate.
It mocks me each time,
I hear the bells on the clock chime.
Begrudgingly, I swallow the damn' tablet down,
Then sullenly slip into my nightgown.
"Do not go to sleep,"
I ruminate, "These are my sheep!"
Copyright © Dana NARDONE | Year Posted 2019
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