People of the Night

Observations and personal experience in a psychiatric ward.

a lonely footfall.  secrets untold.

another whisper in the blackness of the night.

a single teardrop. voices nonstop

accusing, blaming, never giving up the fight.

 

a broken mirror.  red river

flowing to the sea of dark dispair

a screaming horror. visions linger

in corners of a mind in disrepair

Reviews

[zainul]

This is a great write that depicted a special situation of human life from your own experience.
The conversation on the poem will be very helpful for the concerned persons.
Thanks for sharing and hope you will be free from the state of disrepair soon.

[Lourisa]

Thanks for your kind review, Zainul. Writing without experience is meaningless so at least I have that to be thankful for. Thanks for stopping by.

[zainul]

You are most welcome,Lourisa.
I feel very blessed that I have met a lovely poet this morning from Bangladesh.

[Angi]

I spent two weeks in a place like this after my dad died. It is just like this. The last stanza sat me up. There are things that just cannot be swept from the corners of a mind in disrepair. I still have cobwebs up there and it has been over 10 years now. Angi~

[Lourisa]

Thanks for the review, Angi. I'm sorry for your lost and for what you had to go through after that. You are right, once you take that turn things will never be the same. But experiences are a poet or writer's burning fire. We write because we know, we've been there. I'm looking forward to read your work as well.

[Angi]

I really relate to this piece. You are right with what you say about experiences and writing. I always like finding new people in the Cafe. I look forward to seeing you again.

[Lourisa]

Same here. Oh, and I meant "loss" not "lost" ;)

[TL Boehm]

WOW. I have a childhood friend who worked as a tech for three years in a geriatric/psych ward. It was often like a war zone - without IEDs.
This is a powerful poem.

[Lourisa]

It's the war within oneself that is so devastating. Thanks for the review!

[Mark]

"...a mind in disrepair." : A feeling I know all to well. Never imagine yourself alone, distant friend, for though it is unlikely that we shall ever meet in 3-D, you and I have more in common than either of us would care to admit, I think. And have both found a vehicle for expressing our inner demons in a lovely and a productive way, as well. Keep up the good work, both between the ears and on the screen; both modes are yielding results you may not yet be able to see!

[Lourisa]

Thanks, Mark, for the review and the comfort. Been here now for almost two months and they don't have any plans of letting me go any time soon - too strange a world view. My psychiatrist is still struggling to get his head around "Suicide" but like you said, it's a vehicle of expression that works for us, for them to understand, well, maybe they never completely will but I admire the attempt and will keep writing. Isn't the magic in the attempt? You know what I also find interesting? My fellow "in-mates" are all artists of some sort: songwriters, painters, musicians. Why are we so doomed when it comes to mental health? Or are we?

[DOROTHY]

what a lovely poem, i enjoyed reading this :)