Pills of Sadness

Some things come too strong to have a brief description.

Ten thirty and a morning.
Curtains drawn
Without the light outside,

Room inside in dawning -
Corners’ pillars,
Body within and her bed.

Time is, breakfast calling,
Ears in a wake.
Only sleeper of today’d be death.


Tray with full adornment -
Coming Feast!
Sight presented honours:

Missing flower sentiment,
Coffee cupful,
Marmaladed toast and pills.

Juice is fresh for shipment,
Shuttered lips
And cargo’s down the torso mills.


A perfect trip! Go deeper,
See all around,
Miss nothing! Final stop -

By her heart the weeper...
Good girl, listen,
Step aside the madness!

Keep death only sleeper
Till tomorrow,
Swallow up your Pills of Sadness.

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