To a Lady With Schizophrenia
The often hurt of being her
Is sometimes more than she can bear;
It shuts its ears to voices that
Attempt to sound out care.
It blinds its eyes to other eyes
That try to see past such;
And yet it drops defenses
When it sees and hears a touch.
Copyright © Jerrell Jones | Year Posted 2015
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