I rode with Grief and he once said
That we’ll be friends until I’m dead
And while we sang a rhapsody
Along came with Anxiety

We drove along the lonely road
Of memories both new on old
And while the ride was sure a thrill
I drowned myself in rivotril

You sure you would do this for good?
A drug to control your every mood?”

This from Grief who knew the pain
Enough to make one broad insane

The car turned left and changed direction
Where ‘long a fork we fetched Depression
A quiet ride it turned to be—
A path towards insanity

I don’t know where I’m being led
By all these monsters in my head
And if a cliff would be the end,
Well, at least I’m not alone, my friend.

Jay-ar G. Paloma

Jay-ar G. Paloma is an HR executive by day and a frustrated artist by night. Jay-ar likes to read and write fiction and opinion pieces relating to LGBTQ, social media, and culture. When not engrossed in a book, he is probably playing a tune on his guitar or keyboard. Leave your love notes to Jay-ar here:

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