Chetta Achara Poet Rhyme

Come Home

So, you are in jail,
no, I will not pay your bail.
Your mental illness 
made me the villainess 
in your life.

You ran away,
refused to stay
when I said your delusions
would follow like lumens
in your mind.

My hope is now you're confined
the voices in your mind
will quiet down,
perhaps will drown,
and allow you to come home.

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Lacey Jones February 24, 2024 at 12:09 PM This is powerful, moving and hard to read due to its unflinching honesty. Beautifully done. Excellent word choices. The abrupt meter serves this well. Thank you! Chetta Achara February 24, 2024 at 2:46 PM Thank you. It was hard to write.

Jerry Brotherton February 23, 2024 at 5:42 PM Though it is hard to let go, sometimes it is best to walk away. That does not mean we don't love them, we know that we just can't help them. A powerful poem, my friend. Chetta Achara February 23, 2024 at 6:10 PM It is hard, but my family has done everything we can to help her. Sadly, sometimes love is just not enough.