Eyes open, pupils wide, mystery sounds in his mind,
patterns and colours, soul and spirit, sensory chaos, intertwined.
brain beating, hearing his breathing, inwardly seething, but escape is believing,
reality knocking, the tick is now tocking, it maybe his skin, but life\'s dream is too shocking.
They think they all know, he takes all their noise-in,
but it\'s like curing his ails, by drinking the poison,
life\'s too front to back, escape into a trap, all downside up... and don\'t mind the gap.
deafening scream, blinding sight, and trying to brighten the dark inner light,
You are the cure,
just try hard to show him,
be honest and pure,
then I\'ll change this poem.
- A.Williams (Feb 2017)