Routine
I’m trapped inside routine
Ingestions of medication
Proven to numb the sickness
That wreaks havoc in my mind.
Of course, the pills work,
But only for a moment.
Freeing me from myself,
Those nightmarish thoughts,
So that I may experience
What it was like before
I met the darkness of my mind.
But I sense it coming back.
Or maybe it was never gone.
I can feel the sickness
Penetrating my skin,
Seeping into my veins,
Imprinting into every
Molecule of my being.
And again, I’m trapped
Within the same routine
Ingestions of medication
Proven to numb the sickness
That always finds its way
Back into every molecule
Of my being.
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