There was a doctor of death
a maker of pain
all he ever said
was don't play games
I was an innocent man
in a sea of pain
but all I could see
was the broken dreams
of the lost souls
walking the corridor
of hope and pain
High royds hospital
never broke me
but it took twenty years
to shake the pain
of doctor death
Now it's time
for all the lost souls
to be laid to rest
No one ever helped them
deal with their pain
they was just a face
with no name
Find the victims
ease their pain
very deep poem as if the poet identifies himself as one of the inmates
Thought provoking, the euthanasia argument is bogus, people need a choice to be able to die with dignity
Thought provoking, the euthanasia argument is bogus, people need a choice to be able to die with dignity
scary and upsetting but powerful. I don't know what poetry can capture the affliction psychiatric systems and mental hospitals sometimes cultivate in some people.
No one ever helped them deal with their pain they was just a face with no name Find the victims ease their pain.....so touching and moving. This is a beautiful poem on mental hospital so touchingly delineated.
Powerful write....having a child with the devils curse that struct at puberty and visiting daily till her end felt so helpless that cures were none existent... No one ever helped them deal with their pain they was just a face with no name...great insight so so sad...regards
Powerful write....having a child with the devils curse that struct at puberty and visiting daily till her end felt so helpless that cures were none existent... No one ever helped them deal with their pain they was just a face with no name...great insight so so sad...regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem! Awesome movement and vivid thoughts/pictures came to my mind when I read this! I love this one!