Pills

My own little white tablets

Lying blankly in a clear plastic bottle,

An escape begging to be let out.

Take one, two, maybe three

And get rid of the pain.

Your headaches?

Gone until it's time for more.

Take some and you're gone,

Flying high above everyone else.

Take enough and leave this life

For time and all eternity.

And the irony sets in.

Take between some and enough

And vomit up all the feelings you're hiding.

The headaches you want to escape

Come back, threefold.

And the vision is blurring

But not going back.

The pills that were supposed to

Take everything away

Instead make it worse

And linger as a reminder

Of just another failure to succeed.