Pills

 

Today the sky is blue,

Somewhere behind the dark clouds.

It’s cleanliness hidden

From my addled mood.

 

Yet still I hide the scar,

Through the smokescreen provided

By the tiny blue pill.

My friend – my bête noir.

 

Sip the tea and look to sea.

Behind this wave another forms –

Regardless of the unrelenting shore.

Like me, they just want to be.