Hey, Doc
The Doctor asks me how I feel and I reply
“Better than ever, better than ever!”
My brain says, “Insanity has lost its appeal
And I don’t want to be CRAZY forever.”
Moonlight peeking through the window that
Is locked to prevent us from jumping, while
Pain, regret, and pure agony are all over my
Body and Thumping.
There’s a man to my left wearing the blue
Scrubs which are the tell-tale hint of the
Psych Ward,
And I cannot even put into words how many
Times I have prayed to the Lord.
“Help me, please, to take away what ails me
And keeps me awake and so restless in the night.
When I seized the nurses called it a tantrum and
I didn’t even put up a fight.
“I’m ready to leave!” I have shouted, then they
Say to stay calm in this prison.
The anguish in being ignored is alike to the
PAIN of an open incision.
These wounds will close, but they will never fully
HEAL; I will never forget the trauma that caused
Them or the
Horrific way they feel.
I am screaming on the inside, crying out for
Help from ANYONE. I’m begging for this
Punishment to end; I just want it to be done.
Have I not suffered enough here?
It feels as if it’s been years!
It’s all come true, all at once, every single
Thing I’ve feared.
At that moment I realized that I am alone, with no one in this skewed world defending me. So I’ll gather up the last of my
Strength and pray for Serenity.
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