Psychosis

She sits by herself in the day room
absent-mindedly taking her med,
her head is a blank, she knows nothing,
as she's braceleted, brought to her bed.

Sedation has settled her nightmares
and delivered her safe from her fears,
but who are these strangers with clipboards,
where'd she come from, and why is she here?

She's showing no signs of aggression,
as a matter of fact she's serene,
no tantrums, no throwing or spitting,
picture-perfect, a story-book queen.

By day she's the doctors' conundrum,
every measure is tried for a clue,
but the secret is buried inside her,
closed for business, not out for review.

As night falls she's back in her bedroom,
left alone in confusion and tears,
frightened, with nothing to contemplate
but the screaming that no one else hears.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Murray Avatar
February 14, 2016 at 1:39 PM
Having suffered depression, I had a glimpse of what it feels like to be looking out from terrible turmoil within. Not too nice. Amazing insightful poem.
Bickerstaffe Avatar
February 14, 2016 at 1:59 PM
Thanks Jean. I was confined to a psychiatric unit myself for anxiety and depression. I met many people who suffer from this affliction.
Lariviere Avatar
February 13, 2016 at 2:38 PM
sad and very poetic, tres bien
Bickerstaffe Avatar
February 13, 2016 at 3:02 PM
Merci my friend... much appreciated! Keith
Vaso Avatar
February 12, 2016 at 10:05 PM
I think many poets do, and how better for others to feel the words, and emotions of a poem!
Bickerstaffe Avatar
February 14, 2016 at 2:00 PM
Thanks for your insightful remarks Arthur! much appreciated. Keith
Vaso Avatar
February 12, 2016 at 10:02 PM
This is heart wrenching, and dark, great write Keith!
Bickerstaffe Avatar
February 12, 2016 at 10:04 PM
Thanks for the comment about human nature... I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve a lot! Regards, Keith
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