Intransit

I Stared At The Wall

I Stared At The Wall

(Thoughts in a psychiatric hospital’s gym)

You have to get the line beat…

1, 2, 3,
1, 2, 3,
1, 2, 3,
1, 2.


I stared at the wall for an hour or two
The linoleum floor is coloured my ‘Blue’
See wires that trail from the walls to machines
Providing the power for endorphin-fed dreams

Machines taking power from switches that start
my sisters in arms, working legs, lungs and hearts
They grind to a halt feeling worn out and ill
Spending their time on the exercise treadmill

This gym for the daft and the mad and the lame
With cripples in limb or demented, insane?
We who have minds that are all out of kilter
Taking our ‘meds’ for the want of a filter

Lack of seratonin, causing “hey!” in the wire
The present being bleak, but the future dire
Given the time and the space to reveal me
Take a prognosis from one who can see me

I know I’m not right and I’m wrong in the head
The fact that I know this still gives me a shred
Of hope and a chance of a mind that is sane
Wherein I can ponder on God and his names.

posted by john @ 10:06 am