From A Psyche Ward

This is a haven
from the razor edge of night
where flames of hell
still burn
but not so bright

Where sorrow is
but sorrow is not felt
where the orbit of the earth
around the sun
has stopped its flight

One moment to sleep
as though in death
to breathe the breath
of life
a dying breath
not knowing still
in the very stillness
of the dead white walls
what battles rage inside
what mad ravings are stilled
by pills

Reviews

[Michael Oliver]

This is a cool piece of writing - involved and yet detached, some deep metaphors if one bothers to think and the simple - by pills . A good piece. Thank you