Posted by wordfan on March 20, 2003, at 10:48:28
Two good weeks opened my eyes
Two weeks of normalcy showed me
With crystal clarity just how far off I am.
In that span I was at least the equal
Of those who have always looked down on me
From their smug and lofty perch,
Preaching if you do this, this, and this
You can be like me. And
Why do you drink so much?
When are you going to clean your room?
When are you going to open your mail?
Why do you run around with girls like that?
And on and on and on.
But for two weeks
Grueling tasks became simple chores
And I was, in the words of the
Sanctimonious with a bewildered tone
Actually jovial.
For two weeks
And then nothing
And then my pills fell flat
And I’m back to being me
The simplest tasks are once again monumental
And I contemplate the what ifs.
What if I can’t get back?
What if every pill leaves me flat?
Well then I don’t know,
But for now, it’s the slow path
Chaining Marlboros and shooting bourbon,
Which I no longer even bother to mix.
poster:wordfan
thread:210904
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