Cortisol Joyride

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Tick-Tock.  Tick-Tock.

The blood on the clock trickles the hour

I once recalled.

The death knell commenced

with the intentional pretense I embraced.

Rising up high,

my legs astride,

a cortisol joyride takes me There.

That place we once feared,

this Perfect Normal appears,

which I must endear to achieve content.

There is no fear.

There is no pain.

There is no unknown or shame.

Curiosity is gone once you’re withdrawn

from this World you never knew.

  • Is a Clinical Pharmacy Practitioner at a large, academic medical center. He embraces life with the intent of maintaining balance in all aspects of his life.

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