Ahead of a Visit with the Head Shrinker

Who should I save, me or you? That's what
The man will ask tomorrow, as I say I plod
In grief each day, and feel I should be dead.
You are not real, he'll say to me. You're an
Obsession, and you are, and he'll say,
“Take this jar of pills. You will no longer
Ache for her. You'll find you're smiling
Once again, a wretched soul raised up
To what the surveys say is normalcy.”
He won't give too much thought to you,
But I will. I know how you hurt, and I
Know I must try to heal you, even if
It leaves me wishing I was finished
With myself. You're young. I'm not.
You should be happy. I don't know
What I should do. The jar may let me
Save myself, but you, quite real (though
An obsession), are worth more than I.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-06-24 at 01:23

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