"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Thursday, October 8, 2015

VENLAFAXINE

Nightmares so deep
You wake from your sleep
Three times
Before you're sure it's you,
Punching at the strife
Of foul phases of life,
Wishing you had a gun
Or a sharp enough knife.
And then you feel
That drip drip drip of pain
That soaks you like rain
In ways you can't explain
To the black dog at your heel
Licking wounds that might be real.
Your brain flashes lightning -
Nerve cells rolling over
And over and over again.
But nothing is brightening,
That grey drug washes away
Your smiles and your tears,
So you can sleep,
And drift into dreaming,
As a prelude to screaming
From your theatre of fears.


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