My Prescriptions Poem by michael Smajda

My Prescriptions



The pill bottles stood at attention,
Single file on my medicine shelf,
Some to be taken for obvious pain,
Some could be taken to kill myself.

As long as they stay securely capped,
Behind closed doors and hid from my view,
Neither cure or deadly consequence
Can hey administer, fact quite true.

Friday, May 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: medical
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