The Panic

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

Did I?

The panic inside soars and is alive and well,
It builds to overwhelm and one I cannot quell
It's the beast against which I have no defense
It defies reason, rationality, and common sense
Did I take my medicine or is my memory at fault?
It haunts my recall in a full-on frontal assault
Sleep and judgment make strange bedfellows,
Even now, my liver might be turning skin yellow
Arise on auto pilot at two, three, or four,
You don't remember, so you take some more
The pill's halfway down your esophogi
Too late, its warning snaps open your eyes
"Do not take more than two every 6 hours"
Now you're charged with adrenaline's power
Did you already take the six hour dose?
Your heart races as symptoms you diagnose
Your mind races to the worst possibility,
Then slowly gives way to growing irritability
You're so sick of this trying to keep track,
With your groggy mind fresh out of the rack!

Submitted: June 30, 2021

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Penny Scribe

Sometimes you have to weigh the side effects against the actual purpose of the medicine. Thought provoking, and well done Mike.

Wed, June 30th, 2021 6:10pm


Yes indeed, Penny, thank you much

Wed, June 30th, 2021 11:12am


That moment of worry very well caught, Mike.

Wed, June 30th, 2021 7:28pm


Thanks much, Hull

Wed, June 30th, 2021 12:50pm

Bert Broomberg

I loved this poem. Somehow it is very recognizable, and it reminded me of why I prefer to wake up in a very gradual manner, very slowly getting used to the realities of life.

Thu, July 1st, 2021 9:37am


Thank you, Bert, I'm usually a morning person, but AFTER I've chugged my coffee

Thu, July 1st, 2021 11:11am

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