Portrait of a Kleptomaniac
Inspired by Portrait of a Kleptomaniac Painting by Théodore Géricault. An 1822 painting done as a series for a psychiatrist to identify mental illnesses.
I sit here awhile
It's my task today
Lost in empty dreaming
Consciousness reserved
For moments elsewhere
When I roam unseen
I can't hoodwink anyone
But I can become invisible
I can't summon the dream
Being detained has taken the skip from my step
A light is shined upon me
So torturous I'm numb
Do I remember who I was?
All was well, then I'd get the notion
The notion.
What would follow would be a debate
Yes you can, no you can't
I knew that I would
That's when I became
Fully conscious, fully awake
I'd learnt that I couldn't have a furtive look
It drew attention, I had to be calm
Awake.
Like the days worth of energy
Was right there.
I think all my energy is there
Back in the before
Before being detained and treated
All energy locked in a box now
Marked 'no stealing'
I wasn't harming anybody.
Matchsticks were my favourite
Exit and give the box a shake
It was stepping things up that drew attention
Bars of soap
It makes the guards laugh
I miss those matchboxes
Obviously I liked a drink too
Doesn't everyone?
It's hard not existing in-between
Like now, I don't have the thoughts
So all day is the In-between
Waiting for the notion
No notion, no drink, no matchboxes
And this is what better feels like I'm told
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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