Nurses fasten the wet paper maché jackets
On the backs of their raggedy Ann dolls
Holding a chunk of lightning in one hand
And a crystal mirror in the other
Their guests are stripped in the fun house
Where the hallways are pure of snow
And doctors are extras with no lines
Carrying tombstones that have lost the plot
Combing the threads in this filthy mirage
Locked In a kaleidoscopic dollhouse
Where neurons lose their nutrients
Our puzzles need electrolytes
Even side-winding moon beggars habituate
Collecting seashells as opera houses
In waves of grape, cherry and orange crush
Some Alimony for sanity
Still, all was lost before we were born
The dice threw our faceless fates
spiraling inwards the pockets of infinity
Lost in our hidden dimensions
An excellent write about depression and insanity. Reminisces of One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest. Thank you, Kevin!
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A poem of great depth and compelling imagery A very detailed and brilliant description of a world we never want to tread Depression and insanity have invaded humanity. The times of uncertainty can sometimes make a way to this darkness. Beautifully crafted.