I
am out in the open
With
my mouth closed,
As
what was spoken
Is
duly now disclosed.
I’m
wet with tears from years
Of
transgressing my insane fears,
I
was unwell suffering a mad hell
Alone
in a psychiatric hospital cell.
Come
around to the euphonious sound
That
is heavenly found to be bound
In
and around the moat where I gloat
Under
a spell of a throttling throat.
My
words were daft, I need a raft
To
escape this pool of being a fool,
Come
hither and weather together
With
what tools you can master.
©
Andrew Stevenson 21/06/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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