Am I cured?
I know I have endured
I think myself matured
But I am not assured
If my aches are not only obscured
When only half my food is allured
And the second half is absurd
I wonder if I’ve procured
An ending well-deserved
Or if I’m reserved
A fate to be observed
Knowing I’m unnerved
Into a crumple recurved
And all the more subserved
To Mirtazapine conserved