the black cat lies
in the doorway of the Unit
she isn't after treatment
and I don't believe she's come to call
on someone residing
behind the doors
this is the Summer season
and the sun beats down
on the bricks and on the mortar
over the concrete that surrounds the Unit
and encloses us
the shouting is contained
but I can decipher every word I hear
as he screams out loud
to the bursting of his lungs
you bitch
he cries
you whore
he sends a wish for
suicide
that reverberates around the walls
do you like it
bitch whore
you kill babies
this is the Summer season
and today I saw a black cat
lying on her back full stretch
enjoying warmth
under a golden sun
she looks happy
but I don't suppose
she's after treatment
I don't suppose
there's anyone she wants to see
and I wonder
who could blame her
for that
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Pt 4 - acute observations.
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Comments3
Obviously there are some moments of calm.
None that are usually worth writing about.
with nothing else to do. we mix it up, and let it out.
fine write!
Thank you onepauly.
Frank,
Not a momentās peace!
Difficult for both patients
and employees!
~Laura~
Literally a madhouse, some days, Laura
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