Visiting Time

Written from my experience of being seriously ill at 23

This ward is dark and dreary still

My leg I do not know

There are visitors from God above

Yet others from down below

There is a man who calls from time to time

A face carved out in pain

Powerful words of hopelessness brings he,

He says his name is Fear

He lives among the land of life

Where he dons the mask well known

Misplaced, he'd look in any line up

He always would walk free

A masquerade of normality

His crimes he denies vehemently

Majestic and domestic

Perhaps the worst of all some say

Is how the vulnerable he cripples

Armed theft of the everyday

From people just like me

He comes to everyone on this ward

Some held under lock and key

He seems to have the right to call

But I choose not to see him

I tell him I know who he really is

And the masses he's deceiving

A tale from the beginning of time

Dating back to the garden of Eden

For Fear he only knows to lie

Yet I believe there is freedom

Author's Note

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