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lamictal
by Brynn Dizackif it is working,
i cannot tell.
everything looks the same to me,
her hands,
the color of a cloudy morning,
my own face in the mirror.
days are long or short,
cold or colder.
she drove away, waving,,
--i felt like i had lost a love.
when i see her now,
right like water,
the same noises,
same consistency.
it is familiar.
i had only sandcastle strength, i said.
i was built too low on your shore.
12/16/2005 Posted on 12/16/2005
Copyright © 2024 Brynn Dizack
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 12/18/05 at 05:26 AM the end rips and shreds...this is something good. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 06/23/10 at 12:50 PM Congratulations on POTD. The title grabbed my attention, for sure. Dr. put me on that to try to help me with seizures I was experiencing and your first two lines were my exact response to it. That stuff tried to turn me into a zombie. yick. Dr. Paige weened herself off it. This poem has such a forlorn sound. Hope things are better for you now. If you've had to endure the effects of lamictal for any period of time, you definitely have my sympathy! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/23/10 at 04:46 PM ...this[especially in '05 was/is cool, a seriously healthy write, with a poet's gift. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 06/23/10 at 07:14 PM They put me on it instead of Lithium for my bipolar. But now I'm addicted to pain killers so I can't really tell which pills are helping me and which are hurting me. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 08/18/14 at 12:47 AM stumbled into this randomly - Glad I did. Lots of solid lines in here. |
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