Child Of The Twisted Kingdom. Poem by elani mills

all the world through a misty glass,
never realising time's pass,
perspective is the difference between first and last.

sometimes strong, sometimes weak,
sanity for me they seek,
if they would listen, i would tell them that what they seek,
is at the end of horror, the end of the shriek.

as the world twists on its axis,
inside myself i am in stasis,
at my body they talk and probe, try to assess,
wondering why my recovery is under arrest,
all they know is that of a chair, i am one leg less.

With amusement i watch my eyes stare,
the doctors say 'she hides', but the cannot say where,
i am not in that bizzaar shell, i would never stay there,
falling, flying, unicorns reading on chairs,
the cruelties of life i am spared.