There was snow on the grounds below,
There were birds following a slow
Tractor across a far away
Field as it ploughed, and you stood by
The window watching, your blue eyes
Catching each bird landing like some
Aircraft from a far off sortie;
Behind you asylum nurses
Stared anxiously as they waited
For the slightest move from you that
Might indicate trouble from your
Fragile mind. On your arms the scars
Of bloody war with your other
Self, the knife wounds, slits and gouged out
Holes, the bloodied wounds of battles
In the locked ward and days beyond;
With your two eyes, you see the split
Reality of here and there,
Of ghosts that haunt, with ears you hear
The voices from the walls, the sky,
And on your tongue, the tumbling
Words all jumble like broken glass,
Falling over each noun, each verb,
Each adjective, not wanting to
Die, not wishing to live. You blinked
And the dark birds took flight and your
Other self turned the knife in your
Phantom heart and tore you apart.
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Twenty odd years
Blessings and best wishes - S.
Then I can relax and proceed to welcome the coming sunrise!
But if possible, give this Gal some vitamin B-12, if it's not too late. 2000 micrograms sublingual [under the tongue] or a hypodermic in the buttocks. Seriously, this is the norm for suicidal patients, from an orthomolecular nutrition-based remedy; after that, blood and hair analysis to determine the nutrition needs.
Mental and emotional problems are a sure sign of malnutrition. "If the doctors of today do not become the nutritionists of tomorrow, then the nutritionists of today must, and shall, become the doctors of tomorrow."
Quoted from 'The Calcium Factor', Barefoot and Reich.
Nice poem. Scary, but well done.
Looks good on ya!
In light of this background you supplied I like your work all the more. A top-notch presentation.
PEACE to You and Yours Good Terry!