May the Force be with me

A metal piece inside the chest

Remembers faulty rhythms

Within the heart’s unquiet rest

I think of embolisms

The days of cruel and crushing weight

They once did come but rarely

But now, upon this latter date

They savage me unfairly

The sleeping drugs I’ve much abused

In fear of something worse

Now far too many have I used

My nervousness to nurse

With aging body’s pains and ills

Imagined or ingrained

The shame of multicoloured pills

Has sorrowfully remained

Things that have been diagnosed

With tests and suppositions

Would be enough to challenge most

and feed their superstitions

So here and now I need the will

The spirit strong enough

Get out of bed, get off the pill

And show I have the stuff.