Rx

Rx

A Poem by Bill O. Writes
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Just my take on medicine for our psyche and what it does to our minds

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Everyone has something that they cant conceal
Do you take the pill
or learn to deal?
Chemicals hinder who we can truly be
what you have to provide
 the world won't see
Line them up in a little blue line
Every day as prescribed
One at a time
With every pill you fight to digest
You sit alone
your thoughts suppressed
"When will I need to stop"
you asked the doctor today
"After those thoughts go away"
Yet here they are
They still remain
Your liver is scarred
while you decay

© 2020 Bill O. Writes


Author's Note

Bill O. Writes
I don't take meds. This is just a personal belief that everyone should be able to be themselves without worrying that it's a "disorder"

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As a nurse, I am torn on this subject and can argue both sides.. for the most part, I have to say I agree with this.. but there are exceptions to this of course....the flow, meter, and rhyme were all pleasant.. the lines concise and meaningful flawlessly flowing to the next while the flow aided in the momentum, the building up of intensity for your knock-out ending.. those last two lines pack a pretty powerful punch... really well done.. I always enjoy reading your work...

Posted 9 Years Ago


Bill O. Writes

9 Years Ago

And I always enjoy your deep and insightful reviews :). Thanks again, April! Always happy to have yo.. read more
AprilRN1210

9 Years Ago

you're more than welcome sir... it is honestly a pleasure...
Very very true. Drugs cloud the mind and kill creativity and soul. Loved this.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Bill O. Writes

9 Years Ago

Awesome that you agree! Thanks for another review!

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Added on August 5, 2014
Last Updated on November 19, 2020
Tags: mental health, psyche, psych, mental, mentality, pills, medicine, medication, pill, life

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