psychiatric illusion.

psychiatric illusion.

Its raining those silent words again, knocking on my door
Begging to be friends,
The only thing in common -transformation, intonation,
Like a psychiatric institution locked inside oneself, listening to the banging on the tainted glass doors without a view or direction,
An illness- infection, without reflection, a ghostly apparition, phantom sailing the waves,
Merely fishing the wicked seas inside insane walls, no escaping from the silence which speaks in loud tongue of horrors outside the grounds, like a carnival of madness dressed up like daisies
Swaying in the breeze of crazy illusion, how is it here to understand boustrophedon
Everything running backwards in time, rewinding the darkness that knocked out the light of thee,
Somewhere on the road, standing still invasive my sanity, searching for the tainted , glass doors key
The escaping death in ones insanity".
Nardine Sanderson 07 /12/2014