Insanity Justified
By: Fee
Free voided in his padded room of silence
He sings his folk songs from yesterday
Where once both mind and heart connected
Now they must go there separate way
His learned doctors with their clipboards
Read their judgment charts dressed in white
As they swing their time skills on a pendulum
Along ammonia scented corridors of florescent light
Broken in his medicated state of semi reverence
Through a holy window he sits looking back
Upon the shrine of the shock treated warrior
No longer able to reason fantasy from fact
While rich teardrops on soft white bread
Soak up all that’s left of pity for pity’s sake
His vacant eyes alone Dante’s stare return
Never ending is this, his eternal wake…
hug
Kathy
Sheila
A Very Emotive Poem Fee!!
Much Love & Inspiration
Vickie
peace and love, Carole~
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Georg
Love to you cuz
Blessings, J'nia
Powerful verses, Fee. I like your dark side.
Love,
Becca~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Mary
Chillingly penned, you put the reader into the uncomfortable room this hapless character finds himself locked in, alone with his demons. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.