The Road Too Rough

[happytrails]

A while ago I had a life,
Now it has turned around.
Every time I try to walk
I just keep falling down.

Emotions overwhelm me
And tears fall from my eyes.
Even as I try to smile,
Upon my lips, it dies.

This road I'm on is far too rough
For me to carry on.
I need to find a smoother road
That I can walk upon.

So, help me Lord, to get back up,
As I am far too weak.
I need your hand to guide me
To the smoother road I seek.

[sonofthesun]

nice, your words flow well. my type of poem. no dross

[jimboloco]

happy trailsto you
til we meet again

thankyou for being real
you have a life
and we are real
we love you
very much

[happytrails]

sonofthesun and jimboloco, thanks guys. This was written when I was on a psyche ward 17 years ago. I was in a bad place in my life, as well as in the hospital. The poetry I wrote while I was there, helped me more than my psychiatrist who was later "disciplined" (now, THERE is a word, haha) for abusing his patients. No, not sexual abuse. Emotional abuse. We were all so vulnerable and he took great delight in verbally abusing and insulting us, calling it therapy. He said that he was teaching us to stand up for ourselves. Wrong!!

The so called "discipline" he received, was that he is no longer allowed to write prescriptions and he had to move to a different city to practice. Not even a different province, just a city 30 miles away.

[jimboloco]

Oh then I think we really do love you, for being rational. discovering
deep rationality, by surviving and learning.....it is so important now for us to
affirm faith in our developing perceptions.....I also spent the night in a psych unit, Santa Cruz, after I tripped on Mickey Mouse acid....it brought out my deep mistrust ofr others.....i was in a camp outside of town...moron this laler, the year Lennon died... I spent a year there, got a snazzy job as a driver for Yellow Cab, picture perfect job, lots of cash, no no, I went back to NYC where I made that drawing from atop the Providence Hotel on the Bowery, just uploaded to the New Yorker.....with my daughter mother search poem

happy snappy

[happytrails]

Thanks Jimbo. I wish I knew how to put pictures, links, and other interesting things on my posts. I am so computer illiterate, it is just lucky someone told me that I have to turn on both the tower and the monitor, or I would be in deep doo doo.