At night, the drugs wear off …

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Photo: Woman siloutte behind curtain.
At night the drugs wear off.

The chasm opens,
despair engulfs;
dark hands take hold.

How strange
this battered brain
relegated to rely
on pills and prescriptions

How strange
this stranger; me
who once stood proud
and disdained the very drugs
I now depend on

Bare, bereft
Worn and worried
Tangled and trapped
So very tired of nightly battles

At night the drugs wear off . . .

Emerson Jane Browne

I am Emerson Jane Browne. I write about Brains, Apps, & Productivity, and many other aspects of Life. I speak to TBI support groups, speak and teach workshops at tech, music, and writer conferences. I consult with organizations on strategic planning and building a strong community.