Two Pills Poem by Rosetta -

Dreams of heaven, they lift thy pillow
Into the sky, with your gentle head.
My hell has held enough for now,
And my heel strikes a conclusion.

You drug yourself to sleep, child,
And heard is the voice of the damned and dead.
Are you dead, child? Truly? Or simply not breathing?
Am I, damned? Or simply still breathing?

Love, your medication prescribes one pill.
Why do I catch you taking two?
I see you. You can smile at me, I won't scream;
Why are you taking two too?