Medicated Bliss

What will it take to sedate?

One ... maybe two ... okay three,

Strum my fingers while I wait,

Patience ... waiting to feel free.

Sitting; head down quietly,

Feel the world around me quake,

Filled with such anxiety,

Look at my hands, watch them shake.

Here comes that moment I crave,

Tingles rushing my body,

I'm no longer this worlds slave,

Fleeting through life's parody.

There are days I dearly miss,

Life in medicated bliss.

(This was written a long time ago. I had just started to quit taking pills. I hesitated to post this one. But it is a part of my past. Can't run from your past.)