This Tiny Little Pill

The more you take, the more you need.

The more you need, the more you speed

to take more, this desire not an intentional creed.

You become trapped and unable to be freed

from the spell and power of a tiny little pill.

You become stuck,

held captive,

in bondage,

a slave of the master of a tiny little pill,

causing a messy brain spill,

dangerous enough to kill.




blind to dangers of this tiny little pill.

There were no warnings,

no sign of danger.

Blaming me,


and everything else,

except this tiny little pill.

It took a near fatal mistake

for the alarms to awake

and capture this tiny little pill.

Finally, the answers,

the mystery,

and the puzzle almost solved

of how my brain has evolved

into an unfamiliar,


organ in a body

that was once mine.

Klonopin is the name of this tiny little pill.

Stopping Klonopin has awakened my mind,

to an unbroken, new and much clearer kind.

Without Klonopin,

I can begin to win.

~written by Sue Walz

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  1. Wow your poem is beautiful. It really spoke to me. I LOVE it. Masterfully written and brave. I currently stopped taking two of my bipolar meds and have felt the difference, good, in my life. Still need to find a good balance but wow, again your poem, I love. Very talented


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