CuckooA Poem by Thomas Emile Vaughenhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXvQd5yt790
Hi mom,
I'm at a half-way house in Dallas, Texas. The insurance ran out, so I'm nearing freedom. With so many days in that purgatory, the narrative blind, I'd lost my story. The suffering and the shrieks at night. The denial of joy, the absence of light. The doctors knew much better than me, and when I'd respond with anger, they'd shout with glee: "Look, look - you're insane, see!" I couldn't seem to placate them with borrowed words. They weren't from me, they were the others', theirs. And I saw a girl with golden hair who shook with terror at the thought of leaving. For what they'd extracted from her, I found myself grieving. The pretty in that youthful face has lost its hope and lost its grace. I will aspire to take something from this asylum - no material thing, but something more an aspiration to relentlessly protect dignity, mine or Yours. For we share one thing in the fires of hell, a capacity to care and a promise to tell. Dear mother Perhaps I shall see you soon.
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1 Review Added on June 2, 2025 Last Updated on June 2, 2025 AuthorThomas Emile VaughenFloating around the north of England, United KingdomAboutSometimes I make myself a coffee, pop on the internet and write stuff. Read at your *peril*. Can be found on Substack [https://thomasemilevaughen.substack.com] or Bluesky [@cperil.bsky.soci.. more.. |

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