Twenty Bitter Pills

Perhaps I'm a child
It has been rumored
In whispers-- murmured




They say there is a reason to
But I believe not them, nor you
Twenty bitter pills to get through
An oblivion of swirling black depth
Of no need of a petty bit wealth
No image of you, no image of self
Not with bugs perched in my eye
A snake for every time I try
A defiled plea for when I cry



To be amused so easily
I want to be you
You to be me
Crawl in my cocoon
Fade out on an easy afternoon
Into some fantasy
Exit to reenter
Not an eye upon me
Within my mental embryo
Bathing in weeping leaflets
Alas, these laughing regrets
Not a taste of normalcy
To die inside despondency