04-08-2018, 06:53 AM
Medicated
It echoes, escaping my brain:
"Be a shepherd to them, love all
and spread peace throughout the world."
A thousand years ago,
I'd have gathered followers for a pilgrimage,
smiled at the non-believers
like a doctor prescribing a new drug.
Whether labelled a prophet or heretic,
no more nights of waking up,
strapped to a bed,
a needle forced into me
because the voice
had gotten loud as thunder;
my mind a cloud that failed to cover it.
It echoes, escaping my brain:
"Be a shepherd to them, love all
and spread peace throughout the world."
A thousand years ago,
I'd have gathered followers for a pilgrimage,
smiled at the non-believers
like a doctor prescribing a new drug.
Whether labelled a prophet or heretic,
no more nights of waking up,
strapped to a bed,
a needle forced into me
because the voice
had gotten loud as thunder;
my mind a cloud that failed to cover it.
Time is the best editor.