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A Tortured Life
by Paul Francis Mc Cann

Thursday, March 06, 2003

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I was born in 1956
and I couldn't talk or think ,

But found my feet on a Belfast street skidding on a icy rink .

Suddenly early one morning the troubles came without warning ,

And so I left Belfast and became part of an emigrant link .

Hi-jacked by hard narcotics
way back in 1972,

My mind was warped and twisted
and I didn’t know what I could do .

So I returned to Belfast town ,
where they took me in,
tied me down and zapped my brains
until I was a person
that nobody knew .

Re-invented not demented
I went back to my Mum and Dad ,

Got a job and worked real hard
to regain the respect I once had .

Then just when I was on my feet ,
They threw me on the scrap yard heap,

Too old to work at 25 ,
I had to survive,
not get mad Admitted into Chelmsford in the late nineteen seventies,

Where deep sleep therapy put people like me down upon our knees ,

Patients rights where forgot about.
Oh God I cried
please help me out ,
Then at Chelmsford a royal commission was ordered to seize .

My little sister was killed in a car crash back In 86 ,
I became homeless with a hurt nobody and nothing could fix .

Then in October 89 I returned back home for some time .
But after I was robbed In London with the homeless I was mixed .

In 1990 I made it to Ireland half dead on my feet,
Where I was attacked by a small group and beaten up on the street.

Taken unconscious to a bed ,
Some people thought I was dead ,
But no,
again I talked and I walked
and forgave the wrongs instead .

At 47 I'm longing for heaven
and living in hell .
A tortured life is what I'm living .
God knows its the truth I tell .

By Paul McCann

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Reviewed by Stuart McCallum 7/21/2008
Hey Paul,
I know you wrote this highly emotional poem way back in 2003.I hope life is treating you much better now my friend.
Very powerful write.
Take good care, Stuart
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) 3/7/2003
PaAt 47 I'm longing for heaven
and living in hell .
A tortured life is what I'm living .
God knows its the truth I tell .
I am with Dani
Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen 3/6/2003
I shudder at the agonies you have faced, Paul. This write aches and weeps, there is a sense of giving up...I hope you can find some peace here on earth, my friend.
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader) 3/6/2003
God! An emotive cyclone....Very well written!!...Ty, Dani
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