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 © | Year Posted 2015

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Austin Avatar
July 25, 2016 at 12:11 PM
The value of touch. I like it. Congrats, daver
Jones Avatar
August 2, 2016 at 8:57 AM
Thanks, daver.
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