SOUL - 04/28/10

i rest my soul
evertyime i take a dose
for many meds, i am the host
they control my mind
they help me find
happiness
that i cannot see or attain
on my own
hope was gone
but they have restored peace
to my weary head
tortured for years
by my own brain waves of dire dreams
they are silent for now
the deafening screams
that tore me apart at the seams
4 seasons are pure
living within the boundaries
of medication
keeping me free from instability

Tags: Depression Mental Illness Poem