Some Days

Some days it's harder to swallow the pills
yet some days I'm ready to drown in it,
open the capsule and let the faults out,
and wonder if that is what will come out of me
when I die of thirst;
and how easy it is to see death blooming in front of you
still so hard to grasp it.
Yet some days I swear my heart beats loud
when I hear the sound
of my shaky breath when the capsule opens wide
and it beats louder still
when its bitterness touches my tongue.
And that is when I realise
where my bitterness for life has come from.
There is no cure,only pain
unless of course
I hit the grave.

-nn