I’m sitting with a mental illness
she could be schizophrenia
she could be
manic-d (bi-polar)
a druggie full of voices in her head
but now
she’s a parfait glass of chocolate
topped with cream
and dripping syrup
I’m a flat white
and I’m sitting with an insanity
and refreshments
at a pavement table
wondering what to say
but I know there’s nothing
except
are you ready to go back yet
and I know she is
I’ve been sitting with a mental illness
she’s a crazy
I’ve no doubt it’s true
but it seems that I’m the one
who’s paying
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Pt 5 - hostel life.
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Your payments are very much appreciated.
More, expected, I think, GF. Not much appreciation, that day, as I recall it.
Frank,
What you do is to be admired! Your dedication is absolute!
~Laura~
🙂 Thank you.
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