exploded mind
unplugged and frail
into the empty
jumped off the rail

denial in depth
abyssed darkened thought
hemisphered labotomy
straight jackets n fold

mis-understood minds
stories not told

sanitorium filled with like minded folk
under knife forced down pills
in most views social poke

intellect profound
padded walls not a sound
forced recluse arms in fold
padded floor paced around

echoed walls of plight cry
captive ghosts till they die

unsung eye is not shy
deadened sight lived their lie
as the gavel met the block permeated air
lifetime lock

routined minutes....hours n days
clustered thought in stale haze
one sides right......one sides left
down the middle disconnect
emotions that hang yet...on the edge...of that blade

clunkin clang of the lock every night nine o'clock
five am early rise
no horizon of new size

boiled egg, toast and pills, blackened coffee, tea or juice
lift your tongue...wheres the pill
did you swallow it whole again

twelve foot guard skirts the yard
barbwire link bound atop
one way in...is your out..
visitors log dried up ink

was the gavel
that took
what the mind had to think!


~Bentlee~