Sufficient To Your Need

From the epic poem, EOS; verse, 7308-7350 by Sir Titus Llewellyn, unpublished Book ii - Bouquet with Love Enter Asha - Junior Psychiatric Nurse & William - Sufferer of schizophrenia William speaks to Asha as she reads the book he has written for her........, as you are doing. William How dusk has drawn suspicion from your eyes these visits have become the long lost friend who writes without reply - that's no surprise the way I am adoring you, so don't pretend. hesitates....... I find that from a patients point of view ideas are being listened with fondness for returning, makes believe this has an end I cannot help but trust you anymore. gives her the book... Pursue the words I've left with you in my will a token of my love in words I cherish, following the realms that often still believe in you and care as much until.......... Asha I have no time to listen - indeed read the ridicules of someone you'll replace who disappears tomorrow without trace. silent pause... Another cryptic message I'll not need. William Just read the words and feel it with your heart. Decipher what you can without the pledge, my writing has preferred and having had a hope in hells chance pulling it apart, gliding worse, the fate along a knife-edge. Asha I'll treasure what appears to be much work, the task that your imprisonments have purged preventing ways and means the seethings urged a while back knowing often, how berserk your actions were and how this book immerged. Cannot a tear sufficient to your need be borrowed like the journey of lost cause, another real life story, feelings plead when giving back the care my feeling was? Tries to kiss her! I have to go - how dare you do such things my care, and least devotions are disgraced the length of duty caring for you placed! GET REAL!- needing my mother is a fear I can do without, Not you! I miss her so much! Asha exits William, (bringer of bad news?) I know - I have bad news and this you'll find, in time, when superstitions fill with hate a sentinel of words - what sounder mind, could echo truth when all that I create is gifted not a curse but mere sedate. Slumber from which all our dreams debate.... (pause) It lingers while this love sustains as time And sleeps while we awake no time at all.