A PainKiller

1,2,4. Five pills I swallow every morning. I have them with excessive water, it is healthy, they say.

A painkiller,
A thought processor
A Suicide preventer.
They say it should keep me from dying,

I miss trying. I tell them,
Tying my faith to the rhythm of thy pulse,
I wonder when, how and Why?
I wonder if, maybe and No.

You know,
what you think, wish and desire,
It is no longer, the wood to my fire.


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