Those pills,
They make me numb.
They want to bind me,
The insane me, deep within.
They want shackles for,
The raving insanity.
They want to numb me,
So that I don't corrupt their society.
But, they numb the sane too,
My sane & insane, interwoven.
I stop thinking.
I start sleeping.
I keep forgetting,
About details.
Those which the insanity found,
In every curve of emotion
Falling out as words & tone,
Of any person.
Understanding life more than normal,
Unmasking people more than normal.
The insanity which was my sane,
The insanity these pills pop away.
Locked in chains of rules,
Those say I am insane.
So, I just let them derail me,
Knock me down,
Tear me to bits.
And make me into someone,
Who is sane,
But not me.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...