Pixel Vison Anxiety

Waving goodbye
One dose and you're gone
Hope for the best, yet
Brace for the worst

They gaze up from their nest, taunting
Ominous cocktail encased in color-blocked shells

Medicated and numb
Regimented, overwhelmed
Wait for the drop

Heat washes over
Sweat prevails
Constant strain of sickness
On the verge

I'll survive, but in what form?

Sore joints and muscle aches
Always walking on the edge of sickness
Remember when I didn't need fifty pills to function?
Remember when my body turned against me?