#washroom
In the washroom
my reflection
and I,
Challenge one another-
A coagulated sweat,
A Combat baby's brain,
A moon that doesn't set-
Ascending constant strain...
Oh Anxiety, Paranoia,
Obsession and Depression,
Still perhaps, a poem just might
set free this true confession:
Confusion and Delusion
The mirror's blunt conclusion
Pristiq, and then Welbutirn,
Art's inclusive-type solution.
another one's challenge;
my Reflection , and I
In the Washroom.
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 11:03 PM UTC
I'm sure the teachers concerned
and especially the Head and
The Chairman of Governors
whose Mayor-making I went
to on behalf of school would
hope it is my learning to read
and write well enough to win
handwriting competitions as
well as pass public exams that
occupies my brain and heart, but
what sticks, really sticks to prompt
a torrent of recollections is the
reek of soap in the washrooms:
'twas a Carbolic Childhood mine.
(c) C J Heyworth September 2014
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC