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Mental or physical, I'm sick and leaving The mental hospital today. My backbone a twisted rope of despair I do and I don't want to choke On misery, questions and shame. Lasso the Abyss, bind Me In this moment, Now Driving towards a chance where I empty my brain, dreams, vulnerabilities To wisdom, beauty and poet, Professional therapist, Harbor Master of my storm. Thank God there is no normal. Released, I leave her office, find A way back to the mental hospital. Lasso the Abyss, bind Me, In this moment, Now I love the hospital's psychiatrist. His office wall holds a whiteboard, written on it, Only two words; Answer Board. It's been blank since I arrived in October, my core beat-up, broken, until a May day discharge. Leaving with binders of notes without answers. Lasso the Abyss, bind Me, In this moment, Now ________________________________ (Bop) form, not listed as a form