The conscious world,
What a concept?
Voices echo in sonorous rhythm.
Social groups form with purposeful ease.
In a world of success,
The abject waits,
Behind walls so white they are grey.
A chance to be ignored,
As his meds steal away shadows of being,
A man once before.
Felt and spoken.
Lived,
To kinship witness.
They know who you are.
Who are you?
Hospital sounds,
Ring with an urgent presence.
Doctors busy,
Validated lives and meaningful days.
Productive,
In the state’s eyes.
Behind the wall,
Resides a soul who once sang out.
Danced,
Before trauma mounted,
Its truth.
The realities of loss,
Unjustified by words,
Bleeds in your veins.
Wisdom you have,
They will never understand.
So, you wait,
For a chance to be free.
A citizen of health,
Former dreams,
And future lies.
You surmise,
And wait patiently,
Behind the wall.