Victims Of The Mind

By The Talisman

Wed, 19 Sep 2012
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Victims Of The Mind

Shells losing cells, they’re the victims of the mind
To be treated like outcasts, that’s what they’ll find.

Loathed and laughed at, that’s what they’ll be
Loathed and laughed at, by you and me.

Decaying and dying, inside and out
The world is so cruel, it fills me with doubt.

With more and more life, death must take its toll
But why leave the spirit, and take the soul.

Friends and relatives, lurk in the distance
Trying, reluctantly, to give their assistance.

Left alone in a room, why die this way ?
Frightened every silent breath, could end today.

Feeling rejected, nobody at hand
I too am one of the people, who don’t understand.

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Submitted by The Talisman on
One of my first serious poems, from all those years ago.

Submitted by denni1 on
May l ask, why did you think about it last night .. Dx

Submitted by The Talisman on
denni1, I've always liked this poem, as did the person that it was about. Having just started on the site and putting different types of writing on. I thought I'd put this on. Why do you ask? Archie_Macjoyce, probably. But for the purpose of this poem, I felt that the spirit was what was left after a stroke. She was still a great woman, but never quite the same. Like her soul had been taken. The poem is over two decades old, but that is how I remember it.

Submitted by MS on
I like the line Shells losing cells, it is after all what everything is from a pencil sharpener to a piece of cheese to a human being.

 

Submitted by denni1 on
I wondered if something had happened, so just concerned about you, really ..