Little white pills

I don't know

  Little white pills

  are staring back at me.

  Daring me to choke

  them down.

  Taunting me saying

  I can't do it.

  Saying I am stuck here

  for good.

  I grab my water

  and take the white

  pills.

  They are looking back

  at me, laughing at 

  my fear and want

  for death.

  I cup the little

  pills in my hand.

  "You are stuck here",

  they tell me. "You

  can't leave."

  I drop the pills

  to the ground and

  stomp on them, 

  hearing cracking sounds

  underneath my feet.

  I let my brain

  win again. 

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

Our society is so pill happy, this poem really reminds me of how subservient we are to the pharma industry, how readily we will take anything our Doctor tells us to, and sometimes there is something to be said for being natural, and living without medication, if you can.

[Patches I'm not so new..]

Bravo! a wonderful poem of the triumph of life over death Awinner all the way around!

[Rossen]

"I let my brain
win again. "

powerful you, powerful write

[Sujash I. Purna]

wow! such an interesting rendezvous with talking pills! talented writing!

[Misty Blue Eyes]

wow this kind of goes against the white pills poem i did a long time ago....very good poem

[Ice]

you're strong

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the ending to the poem. A wise person know what is right or wrong. Life is hard enough. Being blinded by the white pill will weaken your mind and will. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was a good poem. It's kind of like if a blade was tempting you....like feeling like you want to die, but you just can't...and you want to get out of the place you are...but you don't know how to escape...this is my favorite so far. Thanks for sharing. :D