(I wrote these when I was a patient for 10 days at St. Joe's behavioral unit...it helped me survive)
St. Joe Cinquains
refreshed
asleep cradled
in the Sandman's twined hands
floating down that powdered parlor
blind rest
blind rest
arrest my soul
detach my twitching limbs
let me drift in the senseless murk
docile
docile
mind fan turned off
smoking brain circuits fried
hibernating in caves of cord
phalanx
phalanx
mass redemption
we are one from many
of a long line of turned shoulders
face shame
face shame
hands around head
knees bent, hair in shambles
rain drops from tear ducts to the earth
beast scream
beast scream
rage manifest
born into a cruel world
monster rising to the surface
deranged
deranged
angel wings torn
monolith clouds rising
swirling bloody feathers skyward
impact
impact
words like bullets
fired from your gun tongue
enters ear, left turn to the heart
choked gasp
choked gasp
flow in and out
can't shut my bleeding mouth
secrets float like musical notes
group eyes
pill pop
doctor's orders
the hallwalkers unleashed
thoughts of home as questions repeat
pity
pity
party poopers
all praise to the drug lords
they hold the keys to sanity
righteous
righteous
the keys don't fit
self locked away down deep
prisoner to a lunatic
mind sinks
mind sinks
a soft drowning
into the murky depths
in the deep waters of the soul
last breath
last breath
sweet surrender
release me to the night
emptiness a shroud around me
death's core
death's core
spreads like fire
burning tendrils stings skin
buckets of sweat overflowing
cool off
cool off
coming back down
contours shifting in place
air vents like gills on these scaled walls
inhale
inhale
confusion past
wobbly world now still
feet firm, legs straight, head high, yet sane
clear thoughts
clear thoughts
watery eyes
motion film memories
portrait of a family breaking
down walls
down walls
house trembles
doors slam, windows shatter
the wrecking ball has no mercy
secrets
secrets
poison seeps in
feel the infection spread
words spit like snake bites injecting
venom
venom
there is an end
these images flashing
bathroom crime scenes against myself
don't think
Copyright Adam Gaile 2012
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