Pills

She walks on broken glass, cuts deeper in her feet Feeling nothing with each step, more she takes, Numbness is all she feels; pain is nothing but a dream. Hallucinated fears, dry lithium tears Medicated lunacy. Bell tower sounds, the time is near, Lives steady truancy. Rocking in the corner, staring at the past. She is but a loner; dead time that’s meant to last. Plaintive voices fill her air; the pills will ease her cares And block out all her sun, the rain has just begun Desperate secrets hold her truth, words of slack translation Spill in her bloody ears, rocking to the rhythm of past's unfortunate years. So hauntingly familiar, each face she passes by A taste of them that’s bitter, for she feels the same inside. Cigarette littered grass, smoke poisons placid air Voices loud and caustic, loneliness is there Back to the corner, she rocks, back to the past she stares, Building back protective blocks, on her nerves it wares. Painting pictures in her mind, fast spinning as they come. Pills hold back the senseless rhymes; yet still hold back the sun. By Lara Nelson AKA Rainseed