If people would only read some
Dickens, they'd know that 'bedlam'
begs confinement, not release
If people would only read some
Bradbury, they'd shriek at the horror
of multiple personalities unleashed
If people would only read the summaries by
Freud, of his five in-depth psychoanalytic studies -
madmen and madwomen - they'd put a halt to
what the friends of today's 'victims of systemic racism'
have perpetrated on a naive, unsuspecting West
Like a madwomen
Hibernation is key
When the streets are cold and lonely
And I lye awake in solitude
Battling the disease of my mind
And the ever present thoughts
that I am tainted and unlovable
So I barricade myself from life
And ferret out the constant chatter
In my brain
And I cry every morning
For the sun to return again
And peace to bring a smile
To my lonely heart
if winter doesn't break me
Nothing can
For the cold is insanity
That bites bitterly
At simple souls like me.
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