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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1652114
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

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