The Hospital Poem by Iris Mista

The Hospital



It is not my new home, just a little while
of remembering I can live in peace
Going from one world into the other
people, kindness, peace, nothing to bother

I am free to not exist, no tumbling thoughts
going with the kind flow they made
They talk to me and tell me all
so I am safe, no back against the wall

It is like being at school or having a job
I am fine, babbling and no lonely soul
Until I come back in the darkness of my world
to smother me, to hurt me, to destroy

And there it hurts twice as much
this is my life and I am all alone
In the pain and darkness of my past
I will be back here, oh, time is going fast

Just started, already learned my lessons
and know I have no soul of my own
It is gone, smothered, to make me sore
I can not live on my own strength anymore

January 5th,2014

Monday, April 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Depression
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Complex PTSD
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