Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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Anyone in and out of hospitals, may relate to this.

Turned Off

In the deepest of sad emotions
My mind as been turned off
Exiting off the highway of life
The turn off of all time
As I rot in  Ward J
Insane and sublime
The bars on the windows speak
The bartender sneaks in a wee piss
My mind flies away in the wind
I wish to to to to tell you my small thoughts
Or comments
Yet here I am
Locked away in hell
The soup is cold
The orderlies so blind

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Andrea Dietrich March 23, 2018 at 5:27 PM Such a life is hell, Arthur. Or hell for the person having to associate with such as this!!

Jean Murray March 19, 2018 at 5:02 AM This brings me back to my time in such a hell. Not a nice place to be. I wish I could visit.

Freddie Robinson Jr. March 12, 2018 at 2:20 PM Powerful poetry, Arthur. Been there in that straight jacket space. Such a mind-numbing place. Expressed so very well by your capable pen thoughts. Love and joy always.

James Swartz March 11, 2018 at 7:52 AM You've described that feeling of hopelessness poignantly Arthur. Inside the mind of a poet lies many many prisons.

Susan Ashley March 10, 2018 at 5:47 PM Such a deep and dark poem Arthur with vivid imagery of despair and sadness..

Jan Allison March 10, 2018 at 3:35 PM gosh you describe a living hell Arthur, so dark deep and sad:-( hugs jan xx

Charlie Smith March 10, 2018 at 1:00 PM I'll bring the cake with a saw blade inside, Dark thoughts Arthur so sadly expressed, well done...

Carol B. March 10, 2018 at 12:03 PM Sorry, It sounds like you’re going through a tough time. Hope you feel better soon.

Darren White March 10, 2018 at 12:57 AM Ohhhh, can I relate to this.... And then that coffee...I'll bring hot soup for you.