A poem about mental illness
the injured, broken and ill had no place to go
when the rain began
they didn’t know there was another way
a way far beyond the constricts of their minds
they hadn’t heard the voices that told them where to go
they only heard the ones that told them to go no where
so they stayed slain within the deep abyss
measured in fear and loneliness
there was no way off the island that they knew
it wasn’t until later the sickness they did know
wasn’t outside of them but within
there came the answer to all the rain
in pillows and pleasant people
the shadows did call their names
but they knew now that they didn’t have to listen