Latuda takes me to dream town
take the pill and sleep shall come
symptoms I will jot down
side effects banging a sedative drum
Expectations of gradual change
will this rabbit fit in the hole?
drowsiness is not estranged
She's perched on hope's tranquil shoal
I'm no stranger to the slow evolving process of new medications that carry false hope.
Will this one work where others have failed or be another notch on Disappointment's belt?
Time will reveal what emerges from this white cocoon and what wings will give birth to flight.
Will they spread upon glorious feathers or flutter on tattered splints?
Oh the joys of pharmaceutical poker.
A full house or a fold.
My poker face hides behind Bipolar shades.
Mysterious mirrors that deflect curious eyes.
These hands tremble with anxiety
Concealing the joker between the jacks.
My Queen claims her thrown
as the King refuses to show
aces and spades etched in stone
as the play has yet to be known
