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.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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