Acetaminophen
I rarely take it anymore
Unless I am in severe pain
Or a high-grade fever
But in the past, I relied on it to get through my headaches
Eight is the unlucky number
But lucky in my culture
My friend gifted me a whole pack out of kindness
And there was once
A dark, very dark time
I was in severe pain
Not physically, but mentally
I stared at that blister pack
Eight. Just take eight.
And hopefully it all ends
I am grateful I did not give in
Alcohol
Metabolised
Acetaldehyde
Something I turn to when I feel stressed
Know my limits
And do not mix the two
Seek a healthier alternative for the sake of my body
Please?
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Author:
zhangyuyouyu (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was studying about drugs to use with caution in liver cirrhosis and thought of this.
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Comments3
We rely on drugs to quiet the pains of physical and emotional life. Although they seem to help in the short run their cost may be more than we are willing to pay but too late we find that we have already signed the contract without reading the fine print.
Would you consider Tea a drug?
Highlighting the potentially dangerous path you can so easily fall into when consuming drugs of any sort, short term relief but potentially life ending pain, nicely penned.
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