I walk through the halls and corridors of my mind.
Since medication, the rooms I find are quiet
or locked.
Some have a sleeping woman inside,
or a cat sunning itself.
A lot of laziness, quiet, and calm.
Even the dungeon has changed.
The light has filtered through some of the bars,
showing remnants of pitch and dry webs.
I miss the glow of the gardens,
the bonfires,
the flowered window sills,
the screaming and tears,
the revelry.
Calm is such a boring state,
without the raucousness that used to come,
from those rooms in my mind.
I completely sympathize with your state. I found the same sense of boredom when I first went on meds. I searched til I found those that dampened my self and reveries less. I had to learn that one needn't be in pain or torment to produce deep art. Love you