My Mental Health Counselor Retired Poem by James McLain
My Mental Health Counselor Retired
Drifting out over the ocean
there was only one cloud
there was only one sea
becoming lost once again I am
nearly gone
afraid all alone that some one
again to me will
hurt me for punishment sake
our way of life in America
the norm
where you put people in places
knowing that if their minds are harmed more
then you can harm them legally
until they can't read
or write
or converse intelligently
or make a contribution to society
I am filled with shame
that you think that this is normal.
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4/24/2024 3:37:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An intense notion. I wonder if this refers to the comment you made on my poem The Dangers of Seclusion. The situation sounds similar. This also reminds me of a line from the play Fences. The man done had his life ruined fighting for what? and they wanna take and lock him up. Let him be free. He don't bother nobody (He was talking about his brother who fought in world war II and got part of his head blown off. He has a metal plate in his head and hasn't been quite right ever since(in fact he thinks hes the angel Gabriel) . Still, his brother lets him live where he wants to and have his own independence.