Rockland Psychiatric Bus Stop Baby!

Oh, these times they are insanely ...

Frail, broken down, 

 fallen to my knees. 

A brittle truth relies on, 

a comfort we couldn't keep

.

Of memories fading instance, 

sober, painful to absorb ... 

or the winter filled with chaos, 

hiding behind nervous kicked in door.

The sirens howling snow-drift, 

cover-weaken-softer ice ...

of the moment trying to stop our death,  

from trapping our own device.

And if you kicked my teeth out,  

I didn't need to fully eat ...

for the soul I would have taken,  

would have seen that I would seethe.

From the lusting to the torment 

of a murderous Plateau. 

I gouged my failing eyes out, 

a vision I should have known.

Was the sign above to save this cloth 

and bury every deed ...

for our ounce of flesh we would pay,  

was done so with our seed.

There is no restitution 

or our saving-last-hopes-grace ...

only abandoned institutions 

to be cold, now cast away. 

For the lost and dying restless, 

will tell you what they see ... 

for no matter how I healed before,  

for you I'll always bleed.  

Author's Note

More of that "letting go" stuff. NOTE: I haven't written in a long time so please excuse me if some stuff sounds redundant. I have a deep pool of insecurities , heartache, misery, hope, joy and shit to release before I can start fresh! :P

Reviews

[ms. barrie]

this is i think and it's so hard to choose, my favorite poem of yours. very powerfully emotive, amazing fluidity, with imagery of poetic imagery. sorry, as by now you can tell em an empulzeeve chick, about earlier. great write btw: 100 to 100 ;]

[Ed Fagan]

Thank you BarrieJoy! As always you are appreciated. :) Leave the SP alone!

[ms. barrie]

you welcome, as your lovely reviews upon my writing are also always appreciated. you're bad Ed, really bad, tsk, tsk!