By overlooking the cord around
Your pink flowered dressing gown,
The psychiatric nurses
On the locked ward had almost
Assisted in your well meant
Attempted suicide in
The john and sent you on your
Crazy downward journey from
The system pipe high up on
The wall painted that awful
Yellow that gave you the shits
By the mere fact of colour.
If some oddball dame hadn't
Spotted you with the cord tied
Around your neck and yelled like
Some banshee with a burnt butt
You would have swung to some darn
Kingdom come and closed the bright
Lights and shut down your dulled brain,
But the clown had gathered those
Nurses to the john and their
Frantic screams and shrill shouts
And the breaking of the door
And the hauling of you to
The floor kind of saved your dark
Soul from the big blackout and
Even now you can hear those
Long ago voices in your brain
Call their frantic panic shout.
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thanks!
that was awesome. i could hear the meter in my head as well as my own voices doing their panic shout.