Poetry

Little Messages

Little messages travel down to nerves,
That shouldn’t be.
Little messages travel down to nerves,

Medication to fight that caused so much harm
I wonder why it was so important that I won,
Destroyed all the receptors it could find
Leaving me broken

Little messages send pain through my body
That shouldn’t be.
Little messages send pain through my body
They shouldn’t be

Contorted, I try to fight.
But my skin is aflame,
My organs are gone, lost to the fire.
Even breathing seems to be hard,
All because

Little messages carry the flames throughout
That shouldn’t be.
Little messages carry the flames throughout
They shouldn’t be

I need to stop the messages, it’s so clear.
The answer lies in a little vial,
To send me to sleep,
Away from the burning,
Call for a doctor, for peace, for relief

Little messages shutting down slowly,
The answer seeps through me.
Little messages shutting down slowly,
The answer seeps through me

Bit by bit my body relaxes,
My brain begins to quieten.
The world seems a lot softer,
Almost aglow.
My eyelids so heavy,
Closing the world out.
Dreamless sleep awaits

Little messages calm at last.
The answer has worked.
Little messages calm at last.
The answer has worked

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