Asylum Poem by James McLain

Exposed and with clinical detachment.
While an array off emotions can and will dictate.
Being out with the many deigning too end.
When it is touched and only by thus storied word.
The end of that memory gives freshness, true feelings.
Thorazine can be if you want it and bitter holds it's tounge.
Detached from reality do no harm to your self or your child.
No harm can then come from one mind lost, kept at sea.
And your body then floats on hopes ocean of lies.
No longer can we afford your Asylum, call faith a pill.
I am only your psychiatrist when you return, I will help you.