I went out less
Than most other kids
I left school less
Than most others did.
One day I left,
In the middle of the day
I came back with dead eyes
And got lost on the way.
My mother said nothing,
Just sent me to bed
But surely she suspected
Astray I was led.
So one day she followed
Found me 'neath a tree
Though surrounded by colour
Nature was just me.
She saw me bent over
And rock and bemoan
A long tube in my right hand
I lay back alone.
She saw me inject
Some liquid within
She shouted my name,
But ran from my sin.
She let it go on
For days until then
A policeman brought me
Home only when
My eyes were no longer
Windows in my head
No my eyes had died slowly
My brain turned to lead.
My mother cried out some
The policeman looked grave
He pointed me to her
Unable to save.
'I'm sorry dear madam,
but your boy has gone wrong.
We caught him in nature
Alone and in song.
His body was bent
Down over his wrist
We found this boy went
To nature with this.'
He pushed out his arm
And she cried out when
This policemen in earnest
Showed her my pen.
'This boy has done wrong,
His love of being lonely
Has given him eyes
That come only from poetry.
We recommend rehab
Or an offenders' institution.'
With a tip of the cap
He left her confusion.
She looked down at me,
Dead eyed, on the brink
Of turning to one
Who's blood turns to ink.
'Young son of mine,'
She said in despair,
'What led you to nature?
What led you out there?'
I looked up and showed her
My rhyme in my wrist
My eyes watched her tear drops
Though they'd ceased to exist.
*'I thought mama, I thought,
I dreamed mama, I dreamed,
I wished mama, I wished,
I knew mama, I knew.
I cried mama, I cried,
I searched mama, I searched,
I found mama, I found,
I tore out my eyes mama, I tore out my eyes.'
A thinker is always dangerous, especially to themselves.