Unstable Poem by Phil Soar
Unstable
When I was five she took me by the hand
And said that I was mental and unstable
She said she’d hit me until I could not stand
And banged my head upon the kitchen table
She said that Hatton was the place for me
Now I am mad and nearly sixty-three
Hatton was an asylum full of twits
Her bad remarks had left my soul in bits
A great poem, extremely well written. Hope this isn't written from past experience though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:58:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
truly poetic, sad and inspirational piece of poetry