My Freedom Lies in Bottles

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Open Poetry #47

My Freedom Lies in Bottles

Jaki H
Member

since 2008-01-19

Posts 232
NJ, USA

0 posted 2011-07-10 09:38 PM

A poem about my antipsychotic medicine and my general experience with life.

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I like to pretend that I'm a cloud
perched above your wretched lands
drifting, dreaming, floating
i am high above rooftops and screaming dads

i like to pretend i am boss
of a mystery beyond myself
i am unaffected by you,
your suffering, his lies, our pain

i am not who i am

i am the caged bird set free
the doses- my favorite snack
your reality holds no sway
once i swallow, and stretch my wings

this is a cage with a broken latch
and my wings were meant to spread
i am the raven, i soar high above it all
in a dreamlike stupor by drugs.

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

1 posted 2011-07-10 11:08 PM

You probably should lose that blasted raven. Good for nothing, the whole lot of 'em. Start from there and continue.

~ Employ teenagers while they know everything. ~

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