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Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).
...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
16 Last Call: Side Effects -- Depression Hurts
Side Effects -- Depression Hurts
(Nothing Can Help--Save a Coin Toss I'm Not Willing to Call)
with every breath of air, I suffocate;
there's no magic bottle of air for me,
just a bottle full of pills
pills promising paradise
where lungs are free to inhale unhindered
one where there's no need for them to function at all.
so I opt to suffocate--
to feel my lungs seared with each gulp of air,
for I fear breathing just as much
An Aside: Okay, so after the first line came to me (having recently watched the Lorax), the idea of air being bottled seemed like a natural line. From there...well there is no magic bottle of air, but there are bottles of pills. I have seen the commercial for the drug (I'm sure I don't need to tell you which one) and have always found listening to the disclaimer, "if...., contact your doctor immediately." My favorite side effect (if you didn't figure it out from above) for an anti-depressant is that it may increase suicidal thoughts and desires.
This is my offerings for this week's dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.