Every morning,
Awakening comes with thoughts,
Of names and colors.
Wonder how suddenly,
My life seems governed by those attributes.
The shape and contour must be smooth-
To swallow as recklessly as water permits.
Pills of different hues-
Red, golden, orange, green and white-
Vitamins, minerals and paracetamols.
I can't find my strength any more-
Caged by assorted thoughts,
And lack of desire to touch morsels.
At times,
I do sense the end nearby-
As I black-out,
And fade away.
At times, I wonder,
If the fight to exist is worth all effort.
I remember my mother,
And her pains to take me off the pill support-
Lead a natural life.
But how that can be-
When normal is bygone?
As the stress and bile fuse in,
Numbed be my veins as my blood flow
Remains constricted.
Blue veins stare out,
I urge for the crimson tides-
To exhibit signs of life,
As my life stays inhibited.
Cold grips toes,
I cannot move or walk-
There is a lack of stamina and sensation-
Is it due to my mind or weakness in general?
I long for the hours to discontinue,
As the meaninglessness of pills settles in deep.
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