two of us
supervise the meal-time queue
a woman
talking back to voices
preoccupied and distant
reaches across
takes my colleagues hair
in one hand
and drives her head
into the solid wall
the woman collects her meal
wanders to her chair
and commences eating
still preoccupied
with inner voices
my colleague
is trying to follow the path
of a flight of colourful birds
circling her head
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Pt 2 - student daze.
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Comments2
Such a hard life in dealing with these patients, patience in the staff must be paramount.
Can be hard sometimes.
Frank,
You had to be vigilant at all times or I wouldnāt be reading your writes today! Glad you survived those years!
~Laura~
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