CONTINUED CONFUSION
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
A troubled mind
Treat so unkind
No one can find
Any empathy
Not wanting sympathy
Just a hand, to say
I understand, your way
Constantly searching
To find a place for this person
To just fit in
Right now thrown away in the bin
Thought of as trash
A lost soul
Blackened eyes like coal
Grey vision
A car crash
A collision
No memory is had
But this persons not bad
Just needs a hand
Kindness
It’s not madness
Just an illness
Forgotten words
Flighty birds
Wings without destination
Intrigue without fascination
Just give this person some compassion
It’s not a phase
Nor is it fashion
It’s a life of confusion
An intrusion
Something is invading
Voices are debating
The poor mind is waiting
For the next instruction
Absolute eruption
The mind battles with destruction
No one knows what’s best
The medics just keep running test after test
Without conclusion
Continued confusion
Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015
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