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Wonderland V: The Sailor's Tale
Morning
The doctor called the next man in
And offered him a chair
Observing him in silence
As he wrestled with despair.
A minute passed before they spoke
And when he raised his head
With tearful eyes he whispered that
He wished that he were dead.
"Those tides wave back and beckon me
When I walk along the sand.
I gave up life at sea and now
I’m all at sea on land.
I used to be a real man
And was never mocked before.
I hide each day inside my shell.
With no purpose anymore.
Rules of logic don’t exist
In the world I live in now.
I really want to help myself
But sadly don’t know how.
I planned to study back at school
But admit I didn’t go.
Schools of whales and schools of fish
Are the only schools I know."
The doctor was the best in town
And knew her patient well.
She agreed to medication
And support throughout his hell.
She also gazed towards the stars
To muster up some hope
And helped him try to help himself
In ways that he might cope.
Noon
The man returned to clinic
Sounding cheerful as he said:
“Doctor I’m so happy
That you’ve helped me clear my head!
Your input worked! I’m feeling great!
I'm off to sea tonight!”
The doctor sat back in her chair
As things did not feel right..
Night
He watched the lobsters from the sea
Dance on the croquet green
Then came around in hospital
From a dark, surreal dream.
Later That Night
Half-awake and half asleep
With the doctor near his side
He learnt he’d tried to end it all
And very nearly died.
"A nurse agreed to follow you
And then pulled you from the sea.
He was acting on instructions
From a plan set down by me.
Your cheeriness was rooted
In your plans to take your life;
I sensed this during clinic
As your doctor - and ex-wife."
WONDERLAND
Wonderland: Prologue
Wonderland I: The Milliner's Tale
Wonderland II: The Watchmaker's Tale
Wonderland III: The Hairdresser's Tale
Wonderland IV: The Chef's Tale
Wonderland V: The Sailor's Tale
Wonderland VI: The Preacher's Tale
Wonderland: Conclusion
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Gary Radice
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