poem about the Wellbutrin

 In the realm of minds, where emotions soar,

There dwells a beacon, Wellbutrin, to explore, A medication of guidance and light, In the labyrinth of thoughts, it weaves insight.

Bupropion, its name in the pharmaceutical scroll, Wellbutrin, the aid for the mind's stroll, In the depths of depression, it extends a hand, Easing the shadows, where hope might stand.

Oh, Wellbutrin, in your pharmacologic grace, You temper the storms, the mind’s wild chase, With neurotransmitters as your trusted guide, You elevate moods, in emotional tide.

In the kingdom of cravings, where addiction reigns, Wellbutrin emerges, breaking the chains, A helper in cessation, a supporter's role, Diminishing urges, granting self-control.

But caution’s breath in its pill's embrace, Consult the guides, the medical space, For each unique soul, a tailored guide, In Wellbutrin's orbit, let safety abide.

Oh, Wellbutrin, in your psycho-pharmacologic theme, You offer a bridge, a mental stream, Between despair and newfound light, You stand as a beacon, a healing rite.

So here's a tribute, to Wellbutrin's worth, In the symphony of minds, a valued birth, A guide, a helper, in mental kin, Wellbutrin, in its essence, let healing begin.