It's just my eye that you can see,
Come closer now, can you see me?
I'm locked in here against my will,
They tell me I am very ill.
It's just my eye that you can see,
I've been in here since half past three..........
I've been in here six hours so far,
I have to pee in a urine jar.
The floor is padded, so are the walls,
No one hears my plaintive calls.
I've been in here six hours or more,
I think I'll be here twenty four...............
Two days have passed, I know the score,
Injections - I've had four or more.
There's nothing here for me to do,
The nursing staff's a motley crew.
Two days have passed, I know the score,
I'm claustrophobic and I'm sore.
My head's a maze of mad ideas,
Of manic thoughts and paranoid fears.
They found me naked in the rain,
I stabbed a guard on a Connex train.
My head's a maze of mad ideas,
But no one sees my inner tears.
It's just my eye that you can see,
But as a child - yes, one of three,
Abused and used - to prison driven,
I spent a life with crime most ridden.
It's just my eye that you can see,
Two days have passed and now it's three............
(The padded cell has a one way eye viewer
for staff use..)
The poem is an effort to introspect and to analyze one's experiences. I quote: My head's a maze of mad ideas, Of manic thoughts and paranoid fears. But no one sees my inner tears.
I really enjoyed this one, The mind is such a powerful thing and it is great that you have put yourself into this closed in situation with such poetry. beautifully done Joe.
I found this to be a very poignant write....a lot of insight used in your words...must come from your training...good striong write...thank you...Fi...10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is an excellent portrayal of feelings of some one kept away in a prison cell, lonely, fearful , paranoid and, claustrophobic.He has been kept aloof in a padded cell.To the outer world only his eyes are visible and no one can see his inner tears. The poem attempts an analysis of the reason that made a child criminal and the resultant sufferings.
Bharati' This poem is about the locked padded room in a refractory ward in a psychiatric hospital. The subject is a patient and not a criminal and the content is about the unfortunate psychiatric events in his life. Regards, Joe