Mental Health Incarceration

 

 

In Pyjamas creased like discarded Paper

Shuffling aimlessly in worn down slippers

Come the fresh fodder for the Psychiatric Machine

Eyes staring intently into obscure realms of Fantasy

 

With word salad chatter so wayward and bewildering

For morning medication they agitatedly wait

Chlorpromazine drugged Psychotics, limbs tremoring like jelly

Heads full of voices, torturous and deluding

 

Bi-polar sufferers with their contrasting moods

From building Babel Towers to entrapment in dark catacombs

Pumped full of Lithium to provide that happy medium

They preside over castles of sand till they crumble to dust

 

Some pass the time completing incomplete jigsaws

Playing makeshift chess sets and marked up cards

Others stare blankly at the television screen

Minds devoid of substance watching weekday screened bile

 

Others dwell in madness with their delusions as comfort

Longing for the moment  to be released to their fantasy society

But scuppered by their insanity on a Section 3 stay

Six months of confinement at the Psychiatrists pleasure

 

While the fortunate few who play the game

Are released to society in minimal time

Much to he envy of the detained and insane

Who become low and despondent in this cursed domain

 

But bear in mind for most the day will come

When they will breathe that air of liberty to be a person again

Saing goodbye to staff and hospital friends

To strut into society with a healthy rebuilt mind