“Honey what did you take“
“Dear why and when“
“For heaven’s sake“
“Escape this devils den“
Math and chemical reactions
Milligrams and empty fractions
The hopeful calling for distractions
Doctors orders
“Don’t be broken-hearted“
Crossed borders
Words disregarded
But mom I’m sorry to say
For me, it’s some sort of play
Something to be done
In order to have a little fun.
People screaming and crying
I’m dreaming, I have been lying
Don’t call my phone
I prefer to be alone
Because all I took was a little
Doctors orders, hospital
But I’m no criminal
My hands aren’t brittle
Life’s noncommittal
It’s just subliminal
© Johanna Welker 2023-09-02