Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Anhedonia by Peter Reum

There are no words that provide answers
Why sadness dogs we who are depressed
It's said it is a neurochemical imbalance
For those afflicted there is ongoing unrest

Churchill called depression an everpresent
Black dog that can never be tamed
Despite wonder drugs showing promise
We distrust pill-schillers making us flamed

Burnt crisp we trudge onward
Limping through life without comfort
It is awfully tempting to isolate
From those who seek us we build ramparts

People often ask if I wish for normality
My answer is never the same
It depends if they show pity
False compassion is a putrid game

Pills are a double edged feeling
For those of us who pretend to be normal
Even if I faithfully take time to ingest
I still would like to be like the rest


Copyright 2017 by Peter Reum - All rights reserved 

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