Chronicle of disease – K.B

My take on mental health

 

 

Chronicle of disease

 

 

At the beginning
Of times,
A beautiful
Offspring.

Gifted by nature,
Always smiling.

Then, he started
Walking the world.

He saw misery,
He got hurt
In his flesh,
And in his
Mind.

He never recovered.

His eye caught everything,
Got really deep into
Human nature.

It gave him
Nightmares
And intense
Suffering.

Sleeping half nights,
Waking up with shudders.

At the beginning of times,
A beautiful offspring,
Always smiling.

Now, he turned
Psychotic and drug
Addicted.

He stays in bed
With no money,
No company.

Only yesterday,
He thought
Of a million
Ways to kill
Himself,

So that the
Pain and
The non sense
Cease.

He saw all the doctors,
Went to all hospitals.

His brief illumination
Was a woman he loved.

Where is the love
Now ?

People are turning
Into soldiers,

Ecstasy turn
To nervous
Depression
With no hope
Of healing.

Walk or die.

Where is the love
Now ?

He is laying
Like a foetus
Shivering
In the cold,

With no food
And no heater.

Where is the love
Now ?

 

 

K.B

 

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