Via the Daily Prompt: Toxic
Participation in NaPoWriMo: “write a poem that is based on a secret shame”
Despite busy days and
I depend on chemicals to sleep.
Seven-am sunrise to Eleven-pm constellations,
I’d expect to fall in deep.
Yet I’m snuffed out by NyQuil
or suffocated by Ambien;
they make sure I don’t make a peep.
I am a slave
to these toxic aids
and me, they’ll forever keep.
I’m sorry to say
this small poem is not complete.
For I don’t mind the pills
and Vick’s flavored thrills;
I’m a prescription-worshipping sheep.