A Poem ;


The Dopamine Queen

On last night’s episode of no sleep:

It’s weird making everyday decisions

When you wanted your everydays to be over

Like what to watch on the television

Or how much to drink so you won’t be hungover

Brush spit, eggs bacon, jeans t-shirt

Make this left, politely smile, wish it didn’t hurt

You see I wasn’t supposed to be here

I had a plan and a timeline and the means

Because death was never my fear

It was having to endure while coming apart at the seems

The first day of spring in an odd numbered year

I spent in a psych ward covered in tears

This isn’t what I dreamt of when I was little

How could I have known, while I was dressing my Barbies

My gowns would be made for hospitals

Not evenings proms or parties.

But here I am, still alive

Despite my efforts the odds…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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