chilling out in the aroma of sunshine
drifitng away in the clouds of heaven
into the nights of the soothing moon
i see a pill coming up from the ground
it delivers me from pain and i see that well
it gives me a smile that i need so well
it offers comfort in the most painful times
it requires nothing but a dime and my time
it is white, nor black or blue
it is light not heavy or gloom
it is small not big or wide
it is just a pill i was prescribed
by doctors i met a minute ago
by those who seem to know me so
they seem to know my issue and sickness
they seem to want my intrest
and than sessions come
sessions go
am i getting more problems so?
from mental to physical and back again
am i even happy as well
yet i hope and hope and hope again
for in the end i will rise again

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i wrote this for a special friend of mine who uses medication prescribed by doctors and she belives it can help her be happy while i think happiness mustbe pursuted and can not be bought or given,,, i think you have to work for it or take it! i being one of those who disagree with the matter somewhat wrote this poem for her ,,,, and she liked it thankfully and i hope you do to please feel free to add what links or what you feel links to this subject. Comment and criticism are appreciated!

updated Jul 23 '08 by Mullaman