Controlled Substance

I ordered the new prescription a week before running out.

Because it is a controlled substance,

A support for my dreams

After years of keeping me alive

Because so many outside witnesses

Deemed me a lost cause.

Because my pennies don’t gleam enough.

And so the controlled substance

Must be guarded,

We poor people could peddle them

For the freedom that comes with paying rent.

I wait for the prescription,

It is misdated,

but there are no options on a weekend

And I wonder

If life is considered a controlled substance too?

Because it is granted, taken, and manipulated

at the discretion of the powerful,

The wise,

The comfort,

The rich.

And if anyone else were to sell themselves,

as a service,

or to just survive

The top down oppression.

We are condemned.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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