Just pop the pill
and lie quite still,
feel the numbness creeping?
The utter peace
of stress release;
panic attacks now sleeping
No horse-hair cord,
or dangling sword
no hyperventilating.
Time to assess
poor Damocles
and halt the palpitating
But soon act two
will start anew;
this sojourn surely passing.
Then, back on stage
To re-engage
With fears cunningly massing

Comments
Jupiter | May 29, 2009 - 21:24
Nice one 3Leaf. No sham in your rock ;)
threeleafshamrock | May 29, 2009 - 21:28
Thanks J.
Silver Spun Sand | June 1, 2009 - 13:43
Many a true word is spoken in a poem, Chris. Which is certainly the case here.
I agree with Jupiter, 'nice one' definitely.
Tina xx
threeleafshamrock | June 5, 2009 - 07:16
Thanks lovely Tina; been there, done that - got the t-shirt. Not a nice place to be but we get life experiences from all kinds of places and somewhere down the line, it will probably help. XX