Sanity of Insomnia
I sit upon my cell room floor,
Just staring at the oaken door.
Shaking, shivering, whispering, crying.
A babbling wretch; my mind is dying.
Mad! They shouted as the pushed me in,
Betrayed myself, my only kin.
Such harsh and cruel, the voices speak.
An outlet I set forth to seek.
And now I sit upon my floor,
Watching, waiting at my door.
Sitting, leaning on padded wall,
Bound by jacket, locked on call.
A slave at mercy to my doctor’s call.
The voices ‘held back’ but not at all.
They seek their peace from mind so mad,
Such thin streaked sanity, I once had.
So now I sit upon my floor,
Crying, scratching at my door.
Hoping, praying my freedom’s bound,
My broken mind they have found.
But such a day it cannot come,
My old life is but done and done.
My frame of peace is all worn out.
My door is opened! My life means nought.
Just staring at the oaken door.
Shaking, shivering, whispering, crying.
A babbling wretch; my mind is dying.
Mad! They shouted as the pushed me in,
Betrayed myself, my only kin.
Such harsh and cruel, the voices speak.
An outlet I set forth to seek.
And now I sit upon my floor,
Watching, waiting at my door.
Sitting, leaning on padded wall,
Bound by jacket, locked on call.
A slave at mercy to my doctor’s call.
The voices ‘held back’ but not at all.
They seek their peace from mind so mad,
Such thin streaked sanity, I once had.
So now I sit upon my floor,
Crying, scratching at my door.
Hoping, praying my freedom’s bound,
My broken mind they have found.
But such a day it cannot come,
My old life is but done and done.
My frame of peace is all worn out.
My door is opened! My life means nought.