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Hayleigh May 2014
After the first
Never again
The second
The same,
Regret, pain
The third
Disappointment, shame
The fourth
A piece of paper with a name
The fifth and I’m officially insane
Confusing clouds, constant rain
Begin to drain
Me

Thoughts, a fact
A pact
To myself
My rapidly deteriorating
Physical, mental, emotional health

31 tablets, 52
What difference does
A few
More make
Another mistake
I break,
Crack, smash
Like China
A million pieces
Despair fills the air
I lay, unconscious
Without a care
In the world

Sleeping tablets
And anti depressants
Desperately searching
For the essence
Of a hopeful soul

Hospitalisation
Anticipation, frustration,
Sedation
A safe place
With locks on the inside
Reflecting on the times
I’ve tried
Cried, lied
To break free

After the first
Never again
The second
The same
Regret, pain
The third
Disappointment, shame
The fourth
A piece of paper with a name
The fifth
And I’m officially insane

It stops here
Succumbed with fear
As I walk, tread, carefully
Undress the mess,
That is me.

2010 ©
I'm trying to drink in moderation
but its difficult in this situation
living with this strange sensation
playing havoc with our imagination

I’m being good in isolation
helping to lesson the decimation
of the people of gods creation
will there be total termination

I’m having a self examination
and fortunately there’s no deterioration
certainly no chance of dehydration
so I shouldn’t need hospitalisation

i’m not ready for vegetation
more for self preservation
and although the virus has its *******
we’ll beat this dastardly invasion

I’m sure with our will and determination
we might just bring about elimination
but without immunisation against contamination
the irritation becomes frustration

BUT WE ALL KNOW THE CAUSE
SO FOR GODS SAKE STAY IN DOORS

Les Shakespeare

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