Ward Poem by Melissa Hennessy

I am bound, locked into an empty cell
Thrown over the edge into a secret well;
Full of faces, hidden by obscurity,
Locked inside, watched by security.
Their robes swish by my door,
And their heels click on the cold floor.
There, I lay motionless against a padded structure.
A man before me pens me a lecture.
The lights go out and my window to the outside is useless.
The people crowd around my room but are completely clueless.
They glare down my path and speak in unknown words.
But I’m not sure if it was good things I heard.
My hyper-illusions were creating the worse
And now the world was feeling my curse.
They fed me pills, they fed my hot electric.
Nothing seemed to help, I was just as they expected.
I smacked my head and curled into a ball,
Maybe this was it after all.
They’ve made me feel insane, but with lack of understanding.
They’ve constricted my mind, but failed to expand it.
Hypocrisy falls from their eyes.
Full of lies, full of lies, full of lies.
You’re the psycho! Wrap your arms around your back!
I’ll teach you how to live and how to get on track.
Forget the clipboard, lets write in books.
I’ll scribble out the instructions so they can give me dirty looks.
Your abstract obscenities are creating YOUR illusion!
You’re just a no good shrink with no resulting conclusion.