Prozac Driven
Out of my boxmy mind was taken,
stripped down,
mechanics aware
of the predicament,
feeding me fuel
apparently to recharge
and rev up life,
but,
spluttering
I died a little,
not able to get past second gear,
remaining in the slow lane,
coasting until stalling,
damped down,
shut down
motorless,
emotionless.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2013-07-28 at 00:03
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