It stands alone, the apothecary jar
And with its help, you may go far
Deep within, emotions reside
Take a look and delve inside
Rotting away, smothered in moss
You’re sure to find your memory loss
Many, many years since it all went wrong
Tucked away is your recall, short and long
The Apothecary Jar is your very best friend
The goodies inside try their best to mend
Your buddy, your pal, but in the main,
A mental sticking plaster covering over the pain
Reach deep inside in order to take
A nugget of joy to keep you awake
The ability to sleep soundly will not hurt
As you can’t remember what it meant to be alert
Another delve in the jar for goodness sake
To find relief from the infernal headache
Just one reprieve, that’s your goal
From the pain searing into your very soul
Inside, deeper still, another slice of elation
The long forgotten art of concentration
Normality was having a mind like sieve
The jar keeps you aware and now attentive
You will empty the jar and it makes you so sad
In a search for the life you know you once had
Time will tell, you eventually see
That, alas, it’s gone, it will never be
Friends come and go, you no longer care
Life is tough and very rarely fair
The jar remains, testament to what has gone
Now what’s left is overuse of the word ‘crampon’
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