Antidote is a hope poem. When in pain or in the dark, we don’t need to go it alone. Many antidotes and painkillers are available, and light can emerge from unexpected places.
Antidote
The slithery snake's poison was seeping into my bloodstream. On
the table, a whole rake of unfathomable antidotes, potions and
concoctions fit for toxicity eradication
presented by a despairing, desperate you.
The spirit is strong but the flesh is weak - the words playing
up today / the poison laming muscles, bribing a feverish waning
spirit / the antidote a little beyond reach
even though you were willing to spoonfeed me.
Alas, what's the use - the snake's words blaring / tipping the
scales to favour the dark / time to pass on, relent / crawl into
a hole and never come out
but you and your antidotes had other plans.
We'll get through this - your words trickling toward the poison /
your arms lifting my battered body and laying it gently on the
soft, snow-covered meadow below the night's sky / just as a
shower of little stars
twinkled unto my numbered hair.
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