Coping

All I want to do is cry

But things will get better by & by

Turn the page or choose another book

I guess I’m simply out of luck.

There’s no knowing when but I’ll be back

Psychiatry has me under medical attack

The stress plays out on my right hand

Burning with eczema & an itch I can’t stand.

It wakes me in the night as it flares in my dreams

So I have been prescribed medicated creams

I am coping, I’ll swear by that

So an end to this moping, that’s where I’m at.