The Noisy Tide Aidan McGee

The pills slide down my throat, A bitter taste, a sinking note. Depression, they say, it’ll cure, But my mind still churns, unsure.

I’m drowning in the noise, A chaos of thoughts, no poise. The sea is rough, my mind the tide, And I cannot stop it, I cannot decide.

My thoughts are broken splinters. Stop! Stop cutting me. Imagery of a stormy polluted sea, A tempest that is consuming me.

This cure is not right, so wrong. I do everything I can to be strong. Medicine that is not the cure, A treatment that is not secure.

My mind’s a beast, a wild mistake. I fight the animal to stay awake. It is tearing me apart, limb from limb, My body and thoughts, it is taking in.

The medication is not the key, The noise of my own mind, me. But for now, I’ll keep on trying, And hope my mind will stop flying.