Listen can you feel it?
The movement of those microscopic hairs.
The vibration of the rim of the drum.
Sliding ever deeper into the gray.
Visuals now come into play.
A mother, a father a day long lost.
Emotion now takes the stage.
Teetering twixt reality and illusion.
Your heart flutters.
A monarch of expression.
Then a kind voice calls.
"It's time for medication."
Stanley Victor Paskavich
(I'm a Disabled USAF Gulf War Vet. That suffers from PTSD and Bipolar Disorder)