Prozac Driven

Out of my box
my 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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Chrlisangl
Love it!
2014-06-14


Commentally Ill
i have jumper cables if you need them.

i also have a spare tire, but that is another story.

:)
2014-02-19


NicholasG
Although I have no first hand experience (yet) I have know a couple of exceptionally good musicians who could not both take Prozac, and retain that cutting edge that high art requires. I fear, being given the choise I might very well forgo the Prozac and possibly hack my ear off!
2014-01-29


StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
If you have a problem, more often than not the doctor will throw a pill at it... the desired result seems to be a complete zeroing out of emotions, a change from the highs and lows of being human to the flat-lined emotional range of a rock. A bored rock, at that.

I love your take on this and your way of expressing it... excellently done.
2013-09-04


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2013-08-04



The intensity and passion of Sylvia Plath or Anne Sexton, every line packs a wallop. The short emotion-laden lines propels the reader to the final word 'emotionless,' as though drained.

Striking poetry, Shells.

William
2013-07-30


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Unfortunately doctors seem too ready to prescribe these drugs and indiscriminately without really finding the route cause - I prefer to feel, even if it does hurt than to be numbed and confused.

Elle
2013-07-28


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well said, Shells. When that stuff works at all, that's about what you get.
2013-07-28



Shells, this (sadly) captures the claustrophobia of being lost in that world. I don't think I've ever read anything that describes it so well.
2013-07-28