I've
had a restless sleep,
Where
my dreams did keep
Stirring
me from slumber
As
I was going under.
I
am hag-ridden with grief,
And
fall softly like a leaf,
To
an impending gloom
Coming
way too soon.
I'm
not ready to pass,
Am
I being an ass
By
being too aghast
At
remembering the past.
I've
been through an odyssey
Of
a nightmare of not being free,
I’m
locked up suffering dejection
And
am bullied into suffocation.
Hospital
is not the place to be
If
you are suffering mentally
As
staff don't have the time of day –
Constantly
sending you away.
I
can't breathe this intoxication,
As
I adhere to a worldly nation,
Free
from the hellish subjection
Of
doctors and nurse’s objection.
©
Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017
A re-edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
Very interesting to read Andrew.....yet so sad.
ReplyDeleteI do hope things and life is going better now for you.
Yvonne.
Greetings Yvonne. It was a sad time when I wrote this piece, and as you know through my expressions I have an essence of being sane at the moment, and have been for a long while. I didn't like being in hospital then when I wasn't well! Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
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