Shut Up & Take Your Anti-Depressants, a poem by Drem

Shut Up & Take Your Anti-Depressants, a poem by Drem

June 18, 2016

“I was never any good at crossword puzzles.

To be honest, I’m terrible at recalling facts

and putting things together

that solve any given question.

I never get the answers.

Nothing ever makes sense.

You’re that big complicated

man-made paper and ink creation.

A big puzzle

like the one in the gray New York Times

newspaper

that’s published every Sunday.

I get 12 across–

your favorite snack is Cheetos.

But with everything else,

I’m lost.

I can’t figure out

why you cry every day.

I can’t figure out

why you dated your rapist.

I can’t figure out

why you like to hang off the guardrails

of the balcony

pretending you’re in that motion picture Titanic.

You say it’s because you’re hoping

someday,

one day,

your weight

will make those wooden spindles give out

and you’d fall

straight down–

down, 2 across.

I got that one.

I’m getting good.

And you’d break your neck.

I get it.

But, I don’t understand your logic,

blue haired girl.

I don’t understand your pills,

blue haired girl.

Or your happy to sad swings,

blue haired girl.

I don’t understand your art,

blue haired girl.

Your night terrors and sliced wrists…

I don’t understand who you are.

You’re that big complicated

man-made paper and ink creation.

A bit addicting,

very frustrating

and something not worth any time,

though not as tedious as that game Sudoku.

You are something that’s become

a Sunday morning

over-coffee habit

I occasionally contemplate.

But in the end,

I put your chart away.

Collect and administer

your daily pills.

Shut the door to your room

and leave you alone

with a pen, paper,

your cat and some water to drink.

Your tears smeared and wore

the paper and ink.

I can’t finish you if I wanted to.

Even if you had a voice,

blue haired girl,

the medicines turn you into

a sweet hooded whisper.

A shadow of the little girl

I used to know.

And it’s for the best

because I and the rest

of the whole wide world

certainly don’t like to deal

with complicated girls.

That’s why I and the rest

of the whole wide world

give you anti-depressants.

Now swallow those pills.”

(C) Drem 2016

http://www.ArtOfDrem.com

 

 

 


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