Asylum: A Poem

Words capturing my second hospital visit.

Attempting to rip my chains

Without restrain

Get me out of here

I glare at the nurse watching over me

I stare with my front bare

Barnaby, we are injecting you with this medicine

I thrash about the bed, trying to get ahead of the needle

It is as if I’m a calm Beatle in this desert of a hospital

Hostile, I am preyed upon by the staff as I pray to upon God to get me out of here.

The pills send chills down my spine as I make this rhyme.

You're a terrible patient. Stop throwing the Bible at us

I thrust and chuck the Word at them, but then I get stuck in a room

Pounding on the walls like a mini squall, my temper flares without a care

To seek attention, I pee and poo everywhere to flee the staff at their boo who

With no avail, I was trapped in my prison of padded prism

I kicked and screamed, my voice being a friend in this hallow tomb

I attend to my needs and am finally freed

Take this pill; it makes you have less of a thrill

A month went by, and I lost my instinct to feel as if I'm a shark who loses its spark captured by the hunter

I wonder if I'll be able to gain my life back if this was too much of a blunder.

My head filled with emotional dread.

Will I ever have joy again?

The hospital treated me as if I were a broken toy, amending my mind with medicine.

How I wish to be coy after my bombastic time.

Like a drop of a dime, I lost myself in that asylum

Pieces of me torn away like a fish food in an aquarium

The staff ate me as they were hungry like fishes for mentally ill patients

Who is to blame as I walk and live life with this shame?

The thrill of being mentally ill is something to distill into the words of this poem

I am freed