Jaguar

---

speakerphone2

My leaves have now gone withered
My bark has grown so old
I lived a life a beauty
Froze by wintry cold
I know I’m going to miss you
My hands may never be still
But you have to bid farewell friend
I don’t need you, little pill.

I don't understand the metaphor between tree and medication-refusal.

Jaguar

The tree is a symbol of 'life' and the witherness shows how a pill addiction can make you feel ill. I'm going through benzodiazepine addiction or dependance right now.

Travmire

That sounds like an interesting idea for a poem--the pill addiction--but that's not what I read in your poem. To me, it seemed like an old man saying good by to a friend. The last line is the only thing that mentions anything about the pills, and the fact that it was so blunt made me think it was a metaphor of some kind. I would suggest rethinking the topic of this poem and trying to say it a different way.

Jaguar

Thanks. Travmire, well actually, when I first wrote the poem, that's what I wanted it to read like, and produce personification of the pill.

Jaguar

Here is my update! Look at the first post.