Little Pills

Why do I feel this rising panic as I start getting ready for bed?
What is this? I need to release this terror somehow. And mom used to wonder  why I stalled at going to bed.

This fear clutches as my very heart.
It clenches my gut
 and twists my brain into a frenzy.
I need a way out.

50 mg trazodone,
sour on my tongue
swallowed with haste
seems to do nothing
against this reckless fear

round white pills
are my knight in shining armor
come to save me from wakefulness


I’m now on 5 mg of abilify. I said that the 10 mg was making me tired and stupid.  But do these new blue pills even do anything?

I think I hear noises,
But I know I don’t
Excuses to spark
The panic in me

I must say goodnight and trust that trazodone. My trusty trazodone. Or not so trusty. Good night.