BedlamA Poem by Cre8tiveBedlam Beaten Throttled Thrown to the floor Shielded by the man Wanted no more Cold Dark Dusty Nights Screaming terrors Haunting frights Metal collar bone Chains on ankles Depression seeps
through the cracks Every night around 12 A whipping sound from
the next cell prevails People from all over Come and stare at me In my cell; confined;
prohibited from reality A pot is all I got To remind me Of the memories that
was And the dreams that
could be But forever am I here To seek mental health But if I can think in
this pattern Why must I be hidden
from the worlds wealth? -From the mind of a
“mentally ill” person Inspired by Bedlam
1547 Bethleham Hospital © 2012 Cre8tive |
StatsAuthorCre8tiveAtlanta, GAAbout20 Years Of Age. Really Big On Self-Expression. Lover Of Art. Junior In College, Majoring In Psychology. Work Part Time. Passion= Poetry, Photography, and Music more..Writing
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