A tale from a mental ward patient. |
With a purple haze you sit and gaze under defused light your life rephrase Words escape your lips and feet will hold you still nothing sharp is in your reach, your losing all your will Days had passed without your words or sullen sulken taste while the army surrounded you and hasten in a haste Now your free but only just to walk a greened mile not long now ‘til you learn to don a healthy smile Steel polished to a shine reflecting nothing much under lucky stars and next to a safety hutch Time to eat, and eat you will and time to take another pill Dress and bath as you should each day impress them each, in their chosen way As time goes by you’ll give them confidence as you play and shuck and let down your fence And face to face you tell a tale that is unique to design a tale of them so hard and feigned and lacking in a spine A garden fenced off that’s not to share, but share it will be had where smoke is let and words are shared, a smile is yet to clad A decision is cast but is it your mould, or just another mutt faintly hear the whispered words and hold them in a gut And now you walk freely on a path with stated vorts hold your head up high and let them all be warts |