No one special

Pills in the drawer

I have been collecting

The pills are in my drawer still

Nobody knows they exist

The pills are in my drawer still

They’ve sat in dust

The pills are in my drawer still

I’ve endured pain to preserve them

The pills are in my drawer still

Waiting for that faithful day

The pills are in my drawer still

I don’t know when

The pills are in my drawer still

But I feel it’s soon

The pills are in my drawer still

For when I can finally say

The pills are in my drawer still

The pills

Are no longer in my drawer

Comments2

  • TWENTY3

    Viagra?

  • sylviasearcher

    Are you okay?

    I felt the lingering of the thought.



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