“The condition of alienation, of being asleep, of being unconscious, of being out of one's mind, is the condition of the normal man.”
― R.D. Laing, 

 

They say there's something wrong, something missing,
in the boy with the golden hair,
his genetic type is very rare.

There's an absence that appals:
closed doors, night sweats, white walls..

Is it the thing we first forget
which will eventually beget
this cringing in the night
this too-familiar fright?

Or is it just the neurons as they play
at hide and seek, all night, all day,
which make us stare forever
at that place, that's out of reach,
alone, bereft of speech?

Or is the child within us still crying
in the dark
still reaching out and missing
his mother's lonely heart?