the pill

you cannot name
what does not exist out there
you will never know
what is inside: the storms that you cannot fully feel
because there is no name yet still to call it
the rage within that you write about
but which none of them has ever seen
you thrive on this
solitary confinement of a soul
which they read in every word you say
but which they discuss with myriad
interpretations
they cut one head of your dragons
another one grows
but you still master all these
to every pill that tames your
waking eyes.