Thursday Thoughts - On Old and New Treatments for Pain

The Dope Abides

by Rachel Hoyt

 

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From chewing willow twigs,

To swallowing dark swigs of char-

Coal water, vinegar,

Down at the Huckster's Bar - a place

That nostrums often grace;

Wrapped raw onions to face held tight,

Rubbing alcohol, white

Soaked rag sops up the plight, the pain,

Until it burns again.

Pill popping starts up when, cocaine,

And opium gain blame

For addiction, the game they brought

Into our world and ought

To realize what they sought, we crave.

If they say, "Just be brave.

These currents can enslave your gland

To lend a helping hand."

We'll try the potion and... live with

The results - truth or myth -

Knowing the depth and width of mind,

The power that you'll find,

Is quietly resigned, inside -

The dope within abides.

 

© 2013 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.

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