Lithium Carbonate, I Long to Berate

Little white chalky pill sitting on my palm,

Four hundred fifty taken twice a day,

As so that my cyclic moods can becalm.

Psht,  my ingenious mind need not allay!

Hinderer of fervent energy,

I wish to permanently dispel you; 

Thief of infinite creativity,

With your absence I certainly make do.

As your stable restraints unfix

The naturally occurring mood seasons,

Supplementing the psychiatric tricks

That accuses my mind of unsound reasons.

To delay no longer, I quick ingest

Ending urges that intensely molest.  

Author's Note

I take my prescribed medications daily and adamantly. I must profess great emphasis on the importance on taking medications, especially when dealing with a mood or psychotic disorder. I am just merely expressing the feelings I sometimes get with my medications, which can be normal.

Reviews

[Kenneth Stephen Goodpas..]

The couplet that concludes the poem is intended to be abrupt as if to end the train of thought persuading against disposing of the pill. I must suddenly pop and swallow my pills from time to time to make sure I take it.