|Late last night and the long nights before,
Ominous cruel shadows flit past the door,
With no destination , nor dancing to song,
And nothing to cast them, so terribly wrong,
Like the ether they move in , thick with despair,
Enhancing the horror pervading the air,
Pervading my being, my mind to the core,
Flaying and shredding with poisonous claws,
The cries and the screams are a daunting decree,
And sometimes I listen to see if it’s me,
The sounds are unholy , like a banshees death knell,
Like the howls and the cackles from the creatures in hell.
With sleep comes the dreams so vivid and strong,
So bizarre and absurd, so inherently wrong,
The hairy black lobster rattles the floor,
As it scuttles toward me clacking its claws.
Early this morning and the ones before that,
I’m vaguely aware of the clickety clack,
And the sharp smell of ethyl, I awaken in shock,
To the sound and aroma of cleaners jallop.
We hide ‘neath the blankets like scared kids at night,
Cowering in the darkness, trembling in fright,
But now its not monsters we’re keeping at bay,
The blankets are shields to block out the day,
We queue in the hallway, softly we tread,
Lest we disturb what squats in our heads,
Like mourners that shuffle behind a black hearse,
The grieving inpatients ‘round the pill trolley nurse,
A sweet rose checked teen screams, “leave me alone”
We barely bat an eyelid or consider her plight,
She don’t want no tablets, just wants to go home,
The doctors, the nurses and all they instruct,
And the horse they rode in on can all get well f....d
Our focus is inward, our compassion is fraught,
With a vortex of torment consuming our thoughts.
Doctor deliver me from gods twisted plot,
Would that he’d given me a two liter shot,
To sleep through this life with no dreams and no pain,
And through the hereafter incase it’s the same.
Yet hope springs eternal and Christians reborn,
The chaplains kept busy the bibles are worn,
Even I prayed for hours last night heaven knows,
Like the night before last night and the night before those,
No end to the tunnel, its black as hot tar.
Then a cool rhythmic breeze wafts in from afar,
It’s breath on my skin caressing my grief,
Calming my aura with a sense of relief.
Just through the darkness there are twinkles of light,
Each joined by another they danced into sight,
Speckles of dust or reflections of frost,
Sparkling like memories I feared that were lost.
Larger they glitter and their wake leaves a haze,
Until they’re like fire pois that swirl as they blaze,
Vibrant with beauty and a magical glow,
Usurping the darkness like a girl that I know.