Relieved to know the night is over,
I open my eyes and wait.
The voices will be back,
They come at times I can’t anticipate.
They begin their attack,
As morning’s first surprise,
A beautiful time to wake and rise,
A time when I am not afraid.
The voices are familiar,
Voices of people I know,
People trying to stay out of sight,
Usually dressed in white.
There are walls on every side,
Places to hide and yet remain inside.
The voices are back,
This time with music that is too loud.
I am relieved to know it is cartoon time,
But they think I’m out of my mind,
And they don’t watch me blink,
And realize I still think.
If I could cry I would shed a tear,
But I am controlled by hate and fear.
Someone is screaming my name
But I’m not to blame.
It’s always the same.
Why do I need pills?
I’m tired of sleeping
When I know the world is keeping
Vigil, watching armies build and grow,
While I am locked within my head,
Alive for now, but almost dead,
The final war, the war to end all wars,
Is marching, marching, closing in,
Is this the beginning or the end?
June 19, 2017