Part one: Robet’s Father
Hi everyone I’m Robert’s Father and I’ll try to keep this brief,
Robert was not a good son he caused as much joy as he did grief,
Doctors said he had Schizophrenia and would live on the edge,
I was nearly always able to talk him off the window ledge.
Part two: Robert’s Mother
“Oh No, No what have you done Robert, You are bleeding from your knee,
That’s my sewing basket? You’re as mad as a cat up a tree.
You’re trying to sew your leg back together with a needle and thread,
Robert you are almost thirteen now and you have to use your head,
You can’t sew your own skin back together what on God’s green Earth?
I think we all would have be happier if I drowned you at birth.”
Part three: Robert’s Father
I say nearly because he managed to jump the last time he tried,
I did my best to coax him down but he just looked and me and cried,
There was plenty of warning, he kept saying he didn’t want to live,
The doctors said he needed care. I didn’t know what help I could give.
Part Four: The Police at midnight.
“Mrs Witsend we found Robert getting food out of garbage bins.
No harm was done really but he seems to be bleeding from his shins.
If it ever happens again we will arrest him for vagrancy,
Sorry as it is you need to take control of his destiny.
Part Five: Robert’s Father
“I’m glad the boy’s dead. You think I’m horrible for speaking this way,
But he was always sad. He was not happy for even one day.
Trying to cure the boy just made his tough life even tougher.
I’m sorry but God makes mistakes and when he does we all suffer.
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Touched me to my heart core. Only persons with sense of self preservation end up in such tragedy and there are a few of us around. 🕊️🙏🏻
Yes indeed.Thanks for commenting
Most welcome David🙏🏻🕊️
A poem of a problem with no answers. Some say medication and for a few it helps a bit but I have seen the side effects from the drugs and for many it is sedation to the point of intoxication. Others that present no harm are force medicated in pharmaceutical restraints just for being different. A modern day witch hunt. A sensitive and evocative write a fave
Yes its the aim of Modern medicine to turn the patient into a harmless zombie.Thank you for your insight mi amigo
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