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
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- 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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Comments3
I worked also as caregiver in community for mentally disabled people .
Thank you, it takes a rare and special heart to take on that endeavor as a profession. Something I feel is vastly unappreciated.
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
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.
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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