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Madness and embrassing it's whispers.. Written when I was 20, some 22 years ago ;(


Submitted:Aug 28, 2011    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


They wipe bubbles of spit

poke something sharp into my arm

I hear the alarm

yet fade into calm

I never knew behaviour

had a border

now I am diagnosed

with a mental disorder

Isn't there something bent

about a straight jacket

My only 20 friends

reside in a cigarette packet

I was always fascinated by mirrors

and hospital walls

Doctors receding hair

and surgical tools

Sorry.......was distracted

more drugs being served on a plate

My madness needs discussing

so lets debate

If I recall

I was the last sane one standing

As this flight reality

requested a slot for landing

My eyelids have become bars

to suppress my racing mind

And these white coats

control the motions of the blind

As the past revisits

I awake screaming

The nurse tucks me in

confirming I was dreaming

They put probes

coloured wires in my head

To touch base with my dreams

while I lay in this bed

I spend quality time

aboard an orbiting space station,

But morning coffee aborts the mission

to my eternal frustration

I could break free of this crazy place

but I lack the discipline

I could.......................

But I do not know where to begin





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