Mental Hospital Poems - Poems about Mental Hospital

Ink Drops Like Rain The Devil tried to take a bite of me. I watched his ringlets twirl. I've finally reached the spot where I knew I was going to be. It's a lose lose, to hell and back to tell all that I see. I asked for pens from the devil's guard. He thinks he knows...

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I wish I were put in a mental hospital. I wish the doctor would say I need help. I wish my teacher would tell others I won't be around. I wish my clothes turned into a hospital gown. Because, maybe then, people would know the truth. They would know I wasn't joking. They would know how hard my life is. And mainly,...

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Take me to the place where my mind can embrace healing grace, Give me your ear and let me spill out my pain to your face. Give me your arms stretched out to a a hug oh so tight. Dazzle my mind while making my fears run with freight....

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It is a strange inner world, if you live there alone. In me eight boys hide, a couple of villains, some discarded toys, screeching birds, and overall a host of an undefined kind. This is an astonishing accomplishment, largely because I live in a small frame, all the same they fit in there, a strange affair,...

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The day has come, a smiling sun shines through bold bars, across the room to the door, ajar, projecting the bars on the door as if it is definitely and eternally closed to go out or come in. The swirling, smiling haze of the past few days is slowly lifting. The rectangle of the open door...

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A new day, a new exercise, a new function. Yesterday they said I resemble a bouncing ball, today I am, skimming and skipping. All round and affectionately kickable. Somehow I have always known I am one. After all one doesn't become a ball overnight. It's a slow process. To start with, you pull your knees up,...

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I sit with the wall against my back. The wall refuses to move despite endless requests. The door opens and closes its mouth, it wishes to say something, but nothing comes of it, only its letterbox chatters ceaselessly and without any deep meaning to it, drops hints every now and then. The wall is annoyed with the...

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HAH! This place Allows me to mail No social media I negotiated this morning Told them how unhappy I am if I can't write That I need to be able to reach my blog for it and PoetrySoup HAH! So they negotiated with me: 1) I speak in group sessions (oh yuck, I stutter) 2) They can see what poems I write (oh, yeah, why not!) 3) I do...

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On a cold, dark, winter day at the end of November I checked into a mental hospital, for what? I can't remember. I must mention that the people there were crazier than I So, at first, I could not help but be a little bit shy. First, I met a depressed woman who was receiving ECT I shouldn't have been...

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Hot Tent, I almost purposely lost my mind, to be confined to four walls of intesifying white, but if the pen was a threat I'd hospitalize my life by falling ill to death, a little more and I'd sink into my hands in one sweet sobbing drone to drown in fumes- so take me to the tent, because I proper express my emotions in vent, doctors purely...

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dadgum doctors, heads up their butts poking, prodding, pricking skin neurologist a psychopath gets pleasure as electric volts pass through my body family doctor showed little concern made me paranoid about irregular heartbeat EKG failed to determine cause left me more in doubt than at ease dentist like a character from Dustin Hoffman’s “Marathon Man” the more pain inflicted the more he rejoiced deep root cleaning...

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