Unused Painkillers

I stare at them in little jars,
Too close for my hands to reach.
For a poor countenance, happiness is rich.

These drugs are meant to heal all scars
To heal the pain is to numb the mind
Ignoring the signs while groping blind!

These thoughts will only tease you,
Make you think till you turn blue.

A dose a day is as beautiful as a rose
Momentarily are the threats they pose

Gun it down with water to get it fired
Alas! These drugs have expired.

Vera

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