Craiglockhart Miliotary Hospital (Remove filter)
The Song Of Trees
The Song Of Trees
They sat here,
back in nineteen seventeen,
beneath my caring arms.
I kept the August sun
from their fevered brows
as piece by piece
they pulled themselves
together.
Their stories made me weep
rainfall
from sy...
Monday 23rd October 2017 8:49 pm
Craiglockhart (Not Yet Diagnosed Nervous)
Craiglockhart (Not Yet Diagnosed Nervous)
When I kicked over the wheelchair
I couldn’t do the simplest task,
except the epileptic flailing
of my military antimasque.
Turning on the hissing gas-lamp
had me reaching for the mask.
You opened up my mind
and you didn’t even ask.
Sh-sh-sh shut the fuck up,
I think I’m going insane,
I’ve got all these bombs
going off in my brain.
I’m lik...
Wednesday 2nd July 2014 3:17 pm
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