victims of circumstance

By h_v_h

Thu, 31 Dec 2015
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you flood my brain like dopamine
serotonin you saturate me up
but my thoughts of a night 
act like kerosene
I'm a plaster in the shower
I'm unstuck

apart from the odd now and never
except from the time I forgot
I am holding tight to the tether
I'm the reason for it fraying
am I not?

binding and bonding and bound together
I never
imagined a loss
of time and of temper
a hellish pretender
I conclude it is all because

I missed your smile through the window
of the 77 bus
and instead of my blue jacket 
I wore red
and the time was uneven
and pavement cracked
and you wanted to tell me
but I never asked
and when I said I was leaving
you were miles away
and the door slammed the same time
as you shouted
stay

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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

great rhythm tick, tick ticks along. 

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Sometimes I wonder how they are coping with psychiatric patients under the lockdown. It must be terribly difficult for the doctors and nursing and other medical and support staff. And families, maybe with troubles at home unable to get help.

As well as other support and crucially, patients themselves have responsibility.

Many people are not even getting their (very small) disability grants and not getting medicines no proper meals, even poverty and hunger. The lockdown must be extremely challenging. I wonder I hope sincerely the health system can manage.

In general there was already insuffient care as it is (was). Of course talking in particular of South Africa.

These people can really seriously get out of hand. No jokes. We must do our best to help support and to cooperate with treatment and try to be unselfish and patient.

May God bless! Tom Brown