Creativity

Essential Oil


He was prescribed Lavender essence,
For the troubled sleep he’d been having.
A trip to the mall,
He got a vial small,
From a shopkeeper he kept harassing.

You can try and blame it on old age,
Insanity comes with senescence.
But he’s been like this,
Since he was six,
And it got worse during adolescence.

Doubting the success of aroma therapy,
He still wishes the insomnia be assuaged.
So he lights up the oil,
His mind in a coil,
Hoping to lessen his fits of rage.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s