Writing and Photography by Jeff E. Brown

There’s a pill for that, she said.
And all my life’s failures echoed in my head.
Would it make me whole?
Able to climb out of this endless hole?
It takes some time, that’s for sure,
She said. But with time there’s a cure.
You can be with me,
She said, happy and settled, you’ll see.
But wherever I go, the dread
Will follow, haunting me, wanting me dead.

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