Poetry Blogs (Mentally Ill)
Wake up at eight after a fitful sleep
Stagger into the day room where a depressed woman weeps
Dressed in a nightie she shouts and bawls
While the staff are outside waiting for role call
Eating soggy cornflakes watching Jeremy Kyle
In come the cleaners in uniforms they file
Cleaning the bedrooms it's pretty hard slog
One pulls a vacuum like dragging a dog
Thursday 31st October 2013 7:04 am
“Got 10p for a cup of tea?”
“If you show us where you can get one for that price,
I'll give you a quid”
He never did...
Lonely and irksome.
The bitter glow of jaundice
tears at society's rustic chains,
one tragedy at a time.
“The Freemasons took my children,
they took my baby.”
Now she's hopping magic buses,
Thursday 4th April 2013 9:41 pm