So it has become more difficult
Even with the continued passage of time,
The medicine which was prescribed to make it all feel better,
to feel any better.
The medicine that would have been the cure all
to the pain
has run it’s full treatment course.
Pain however has proven to be a stronger affliction,
a potent cocktail of misery and flowing tears.
This medicine has merely numbed the heart,
While the soul forever drowns in turmoil
Struggling to keep afloat,
To rise above this wretched disease.
It’s ever persistent,
an ever faithful companion
Keeps me awake indefinitely.
Robs me of laughter and sanity.
This abundant medicine, has not brought me no relief
Very little solice.
it’s now a lifestyle illness
in the form of depression.