The Yellow Pill

Small, round, yellow salvation;
Ease my mind.
Halt its frantic ascension
Before it reaches its crescendo
And all goes black.
But he bars me.
He blocks my path.
As I press on through the woods,
Brambles and burrs
Give way to barbed wire
And a concrete wall,
Like a slap to the face.
I am suffering,
I implore him.
But he refuses
To tear down his defenses,
No exceptions.
Anger boils, rises, then subsides
Giving way to despair.
Left to stew
In this frenzy of madness.

[Face Up.]

The language you used in this one is amazing! I think it's one of my favorites you've written.

[Everglow.]

This is a really well written poem and I agree that the language you've used works really well to express how you feel. Thank you for sharing.

[.Brittany.]

This is incredible. I’ve always enjoyed reading your writing. So many emotions in this!

[Celyn]

You describe the feelings of being denied something you need so well. Thanks for sharing!

[Mindfulness.]

I really like this piece!

[.Jeté Arabesque golfer.]

This was lovely and I liked how you ended this.