Elixir

My first "assignment". Pick 10 random words from the dictionary and write a 10 line poem. About being restrained in a psychiatric ward.

The chairs that hold me, somewhat cosy.

Indicative psychosis, my diagnosis.

Adult, I am not. Yet, this battle, I sought.

Not accounting, brain is bouncing.

This is just great, leather restraint,

next comes symmetry, in perfect harmony, but

par for the course, injections at force.

Density evolves, problems suddenly solved,

y the doctors we worship, each new med version.

crazy? doctor - or sane? the author?

Reviews

[Pete]

Wow. How unnerving and unsettling to say the least. Frightening. Cool, catchy title - although it doesn't feel like an 'Elixir to the receiver, more like for the giver. Indeed, who's the crazy one?