No escape route
The waves on the Norfolk beach ebb and flow,
attraction of deserted shingle as illusory
as smoke from the cigarette in my hand.
Madness is not real
They pay lip service to the idea
of parity of esteem.
We all know that cancer
is real and deserving
of our research and monies.
Meanwhile the mad
deserve what they get.
We do not conform
The cycle of life, they say.
With death comes birth, they say.
We who step outside the circle,
Where do we go?
I do not know whether I want coffee or tea
Who shall we invite?
You decide, you write.
Which route shall we take?
You decide, you choose.
I have prepared, but
you cook, your meal.
Choices explode into a whirlwind,
there is no compass in my head.
Still they do not understand
that I do not understand.
One thought on “saturday 13th december”
Some really moving writing here. This really upset me!!