Why are my thoughts so slow?
It's as if they wade through waist-high treacle...
Dark black treacle,
Like the type mum used to make flapjacks with...
Shoot, did I take my meds today?
Dammit.
I can't remember taking them...
I can't remember not taking them...
Should I be taking them at all?
I hate the way they look,
Clinical blue box with a yellow stripe,
Braille punched into the side next to the brand name,
I didn't take them earlier,
I am sure of it.
Of course I forgot,
Like the idiot I am,
Stupid, stupid, stupid, me,
I hate that I forgot,
I hate the way I pop them down my pitiful throat.
Why the hell did I just throw them at my wall?
That was a stupid thing to do.
Pick them up...
Pick them up, idiot!
Fine.
I'm glad I took my pills earlier,
It's like a sponge that soaks up the treacle but leaves the thoughts behind,
I like the way lavender smells,
Aw, look at the dog!
Is it a sausage dog?
A Dutch-hound?
Ah, it doesn't matter - look at his little face!!
Please come over...
Oh, yes! The dog came over to say hi!
Best day!
I'll make sure I don't forget my pills tomorrow.
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This is the best representation of a day in the life of someone who is just trying to get through the day, very brave. You awakened our senses with this one, you showed us that it’s okay to be human while giving us the smell of lavender and that overwhelmingly good feeling of interacting with a dog. You showed us how it feels to have the problems wiped away - wrapped inside a pill. How it feels like a dance with it, and chaos without. I’m really Impressed with this piece.
Awww, the dog came over to say hi! Loved your poem!
That pup at the end was too cute!! I hate that feeling of trying to remember of you medicated yourself or not!! Well articulated here!! Great work TWW! 💚
I so hate pills...yet we are stuck with them...that is exactly how it goes most days. yep...truth.
I love the two pronged approach here! This, “I can't remember taking them... I can't remember not taking them... Should I be taking them at all?” … is like the story of my life! 😅
I'm so glad it turned around in the second half. You show the contrast so well. Great piece.
1000% relatable! sorry you go through it too! i loved the honesty and the positive end! i hate my pills and mentioned recently! hate their bitter almost non existent lab taste! cant remeber my poem but yes I often forget... why do we do it?