Asylum # 4

John

Incomplete thoughts

Scribbled carelessly

On a page .. Those times

When words fail

Eyes closed, I lie

Motionless

Dread invades my

Subconscious

Obsidian doorways

Closed upon me

Endless hallways

Twisted stairs

Stone apparitions

Appear .. Sentinels

Whaling screams

Emanate .. Delirium

Escalates .. Escape

Isn't possible

Awakening to

Fevered dreams

Everyday I arise

Consumed

Existence, reality

Asylum #4.

Confinement

Trapped inside

.. A klein bottle

No ending ..

Or beginning

Locked within ..

An endless

Nightmare

 

💡LightInDarkness 🌑

©JFO👥2025

 

  • Author: LightInDarkness (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 29th, 2025 04:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by my experience as a caregiver to my youngest son who has had Schizoaffective Disorder for some 20 years. A reflection of Caregiver fatigue.
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  • Lorenz

    I worked also as caregiver in community for mentally disabled people .

    • John

      Thank you, it takes a rare and special heart to take on that endeavor as a profession. Something I feel is vastly unappreciated.

    • sorenbarrett

      Although many think of mental illness as being trapped aren't we all trapped in our own minds imprisoned by our own thoughts and views? We may fell that we are understood and that we share more easily than others but this is just a matter of degree and no one truly gets inside us . Nicely written

      • John

        I appreciate both your comment and perspective. For me, it's been a matter of degree. I've watched my son since he was 5, when he was first diagnosed with Autism and ADHD, other issues soon followed. He was eventually diagnosed with Schizoaffective Disorder with depression. He's 37 years old, I cannot help but feel his sense of being trapped is a quite different perspective than other might experience. My thanks.

      • Poetic Licence

        It's a special kind of person with a wonderful heart who decides to become a carer, either for family or other. Highly demanding in all areas of human emotions and feelings, nicely expressed and written write



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