New drug


WRONG DIABETIC MEDICATION

If I cannot be myself,
Then who can I possibly be.
For theirs only one of us,
Whoever that maybe.

I'll never be an astronaut,
That's travelled to the stars.
I'm feeling sure that one day,
My mind will travel out that far.

Laying here in hospital,
Hopefully not to obtuse.
Counting all the needle marks,
That have left my arms bruised.

They keep taking blood,
But cannot find a vain.Know
theirs some in there somewhere,
It really is a pain.

I seem to have a few pin pricks,
In fact I have a lot.
Wish they would give me a pen,
So I could join the dots.

Seems I'm on the mend,
It was the new diabetic meds.
That my body couldn't defend,
I'll be back writing soon so I
Know this is not the end.

I'd like to thank all of you,
It's nice I have so many friends.
So with a few tears inside,
I'd like to thank you all once again.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-05-19 at 15:39

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Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poem has been chosen to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting on our poetry website!
2026-05-25


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
<3
2026-05-21



Alan, WE are very glad you are back!
2026-05-20


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
The fight to be oneself is a lifelong stance.
You have articulated it in bold highlights, even at this point.
Both tears and fears mingle through the years. 🙏🕊️
2026-05-20


Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
So happy to read that the doctors have figured out the issue and you’ll be back ( said with an Arnold accent!).
2026-05-19