Little White Pills

Vaughn Walker

One foot in chaos.


One foot in beginnings.


Little white pills.


To stop the nightmare from repeating.



Now I’m numb.


And I can’t decide.


Which side of the blade I prefer.


I know it’s wrong.



I have people that care, that love.


I know they depend.


That I have an impact.


On many, and it goes beyond me.



But it’s a fatal flaw.


To be born with awareness.


And if you don’t take aim.


At something at all.


The creature will grow.


So onward and upward.


Or not at all.


  • Author: Vaughn Walker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 5th, 2022 17:15
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 28


  • orchidee

    Have the blunt edge of the blade if I was you.

  • crypticbard

    Or the flat side of the blade. The numbness resulting from meds does not help the mind, the awareness of which this poem speaks. And the aim indeed, yes the aim, sets our minds and awareness and kickstarts the process. Thanks for sharing..

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