the web of pearls the seed of the sea
to send the music to halt the picture
memorize the sound of the gathered tabs of
life fictions of state and control
the midnight's flow of the door stare
into the mist of water from the soulless
glass sorry that tilts the heads
shake pause a thought the worlds
pull
over and over one and three always the
will to steer the fight one way and
the other to you and never wrong
coil the motions into a ball
top and bottom
the guide the light blue or green
what is the differences when the
grieve is low and burns
time to call to whisper
time to mend
time to walk
two four how any more must
go on and on
kind and calm
look and care mental health
a child a mother a sister a brother
no more special time alone
i say no wrong is wrong
no force no pushing
pain no more
please
i am hurt
to hurt to call
to late
look and care mental health
cover over head a silent cry
cover over the pain no-one to see
cover the emotions no-one to hear
the quickness and quietness
dark room
look and care mental health
told to do as you are told
right or wrong
no-one to know
the secret
the world needs to know
no is no and means no
look and care the mental health
the past present and future
are mine and yours
makes the world the world
look and care mental health
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mental illness has been called the hidden illness because the individual looks so normal; the turmoil going on in the person invisible. The illness steals time, and only by bringing it into the open can we hope to deal with it. I think your poem illustrates the feelings very well. A 10.