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Endless roaming hence and forth that spartan hall
Enthralled in his repeated words none can understand at all
Tipping forward in a stuttered march
Limbs flapped with lightness of an angel’s touch

He was trapped in schizophrenic freedom
Another he, hurdled under depressive symptom
A third journeyed like an aimless phantom
All 22 confined to breathe the air of conformed boredom

The waking hours were hard, but the night was harder still
Desperation crawled desperately within despite his swallowed pill
That strangling darkness, that deafening hopelessness
That gut-wrenching restlessness, that maddening helplessness

It would be a release to become like them, a lunatic
But losing his mind was harder than cotton could prick
Hiding in books he numbed himself past a sordid week
A fortune of friends and family raised him back on peak

Life’s a road traveled with stumbles and falls
Let the present troubles not be an excuse to end it all
For the ‘morrow can stand us very much tall
As long as we’re vigilant of natural or artificial law

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7 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. titancross
    Oct 10, 2006 @ 02:36:09

    haunted by the past? i am too.
    *hugs*

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    • celebratelah
      Oct 10, 2006 @ 10:50:40

      the past catches up with you sometimes :o)

      Reply

      • titancross
        Oct 10, 2006 @ 12:21:14

        i think know what you mean 🙂 maybe we expected too much for things to be resolved when they merely went into hibernation. But sometimes hibernation is good enough – it allows us to grow stronger to deal with the demons when they awaken again.

  2. Anonymous
    Oct 10, 2006 @ 03:47:12

    Realistic….
    Very astute observations, or was it from recollections of pesonal experiences?
    The place isn’t as wild and scary as commonly perceived to be, depending on the type of ward that you are assigned to.
    The nights were OK as one can take a valium and fall asleep. It’s the day times that can be trying, not knowing what to do and literally just hanging around, not being allowed to lie in bed, and watching the seconds tick by….
    And the way the ‘C’ class patients were treated like herds during the morning shower/washing-up session was alarming and pretty scary….
    But one lives to tell…
    Take care!
    Kris
    klwl@rocketmail.com

    Reply

    • celebratelah
      Oct 10, 2006 @ 10:54:56

      Re: Realistic….
      you’re right. the place is not scary. the scary thing is what’s within that got them there. and valium don’t always work so sleep won’t come easy, if at all.
      you sound like you care of these patients as your profession :o)

      Reply

  3. wordsofweetzdom
    Oct 10, 2006 @ 10:45:42

    very well written… hugs…

    Reply

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