Finding my marbles

The antidepressants no longer work And the sleep meds have lost their charm, Prescriptions from shrinks and a receipt Remind me of being bored, When mixing medications that allowed hallucinations Were not a possibility. I liked being loopy with eyes droopy, Not able to stand but sit and stare At figures floating around in my head, And the almighty hand of Buddha raised in quite gesture, As if to say even the great came from layers of mud That covers the earth. Hallucinating was calming And a place to escape but waking up Thrusts me right back into addiction, And the pain of consciousness Forces me to dig frantically For a cause to it all. Living is the cause, and buried pain Reawakens to taunt and gnaw Forcing cathartic agony to thrust me In the haunted house that is my own mind, With my own demons to slay And ghosts to say goodbye to.

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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