Three small, round pills, one oval
swallowed twice daily.
Unable to feel anything.
The world viewed through
Tiny little patches on the brain
that suck up dopamine and norepinephrine
like a sponge,
then send them to anywhere
except for where they’re needed.
The dragon that eats me some days.
Other days, I slay that bastard.
No rest for mind or body.
Thoughts jostle for the forefront
while the body paces,
unable to find peace.
Inconvenient at best.
At worst, a terrorist
blowing up my emotions.