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,
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.
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,
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.
I can begin to win.
~written by Sue Walz
The game of life…
Copyright © By Susan Walz and myloudbipolarwhispers.com – All written content and personal artwork is © myloudbipolarwhispers.com and Susan Walz. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner/artist is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to My Loud Bipolar Whispers and/or Susan Walz with appropriate and specific directions to the original content.