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lamictal

by Brynn Dizack

if 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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