A man sat on the floor with his head in his hands
trying to avoid the one who wouldn’t be still
His paranoia was getting the best of him
as the other danced before receiving his pill
The mental ward was next to silent that morning
but the voices in his head were screaming
He just wanted those people to leave him alone
Auditory hallucinations the doctors were seeing
But the man could see a snarling threat
Standing before him in the room
One voice said the doctors were serial killers
and they would hurt him very soon
He stood to defend himself from oncoming threat
as orderlies snatched him up
They threw him in an empty room
and the heavy door was shut
He’s nothing more than a forgotten man
with a fault that’s not his own
A neurological malady has taken him
to a world where fear is sown
The religious shunned him and the mother claimed demon possession
so they put him in the hole
She shamefully said he was hell bound
and hell is all he’ll know
The loving people of the Holy Church
gave up on the man in pain
His reality of fear that rules his world
was seen as sin he wouldn’t contain
He died alone in the silent room
from a failing heart while scared
He was welcomed home in an unworldly place
to the only One that cared
Don’t beat yourself up, Damon. The most expendable emotions are the negative ones like guilt and shame and fear and even disgust. Take heart and maybe check out Spinoza’s Ethics. “Things are not more or less perfect according as they delight or offend human senses…” If it’s not your fault, then no sense in assisting others to hurt you. Just my two cents.
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Hey Rob,
This was a writing inspired by a documentary I watched today. It’s not personal, but yes. People—themselves, and others—do tend to commence in the beatings! Take care man.
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