At night we will pretend to sleep,
By day, we watch our shadows creep,
Despise the things we’ve seen and heard
Some may not move, or speak a word
Stuck with needles, and IV
We have two weeks before we’re free
So sick of feeling ill and faint
From sipping on our thick, black paint
There’s cameras everywhere you look
And all your precious things, they took
You’re locked inside a room, so small
And staring at that one blue wall
One blue wall to “keep you sane,”
One blue wall to “numb the pain”
Supposed “calming” cold embrace
Inside four walls with little space
There is no talking on the phone,
But that’s okay, we’re not alone
No shoes, just socks, and two per room
And lights will not dispell the gloom
We try to sleep on rock-hard beds
And sing the blues inside our heads
There’s not a place to run or hide
We miss our homes, we miss outside!
Our covered feet walk on the floors
Through the large and heavy doors
And when we’re pacing down the hall,
They take us back to that blue wall
One blue wall to “keep you sane”
One blue wall to “numb the pain”
The one blue wall that’s always there
Facing it, we sit and stare
Author notes
September 21, 2008... This is about my time in the psychward. In the rooms we were kept in, we had one roomate, a small bathroom, two beds and two desks to do "self esteem" papers and homework on. All the walls were an off-white color, except the one with the window on it, which was blue. They said there was one blue wall because it was supposedly a calming color... but for me, it just made me feel even more crazy.
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strange person but good mind
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i went thru a similar thing recently but the wall was purple and as soon as i got in my room (this isnt my forst time reading it) i thought of this poem
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amazing.
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This is quite a good poem that you have written here, though the rhyming seems a little bit wobbly here and there - but not badly.
Anyway, thank you for entering the contest even though the poem itself is a bit longer than what I put as a requirement.
Leander -
My kind of poem
A very well written poem not padded out with unneccesary metaphoric imagery, rhymes beautifully
flows nicely, tells its own story doesn't need a footnote to say what it's all about. Loved it George -
Amazing,
there is no other words to describe this or perhaps too many good ones. So i'll say it again Amazing portrayal of life in a psychward, I had to spend time in a rehab facility and it was very much like this.
Amazing.
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Wow. This was simply amazing. I absolutely was impressed. You put this together REALLY well! I hope you win a contest. =]
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I really like that poem! A little surreal, well written, and the last two lines are really poingnant. Good write!
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o lord wow...i loved that, the rhyming, especially.
thanx for entering and good luck!
*hugs* tay/tess.
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i know from experience the madnees you felt. very well written and rhyming is amazing. this depicts perfectly the things one feels in a psych ward
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Oh my gosh, this was amazing! I felt like I was in a psychward, and the rhyming was perfect. I was not awkward or forced as many tend to be. One blue wall to “keep you sane”
One blue wall to “numb the pain”
Brilliant! yay for you
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