The narrow bed

Today is a deeply sad day 
Mourning for sanity 
The lock house is full 
The madness is 
mountain big 
The trays of food are shameful 
Screams and visions of ghosts 
Thee amidst insanity  
 Wardsmen in white coats 
Traverse these corridors 
Like cows to the slaughter 
They tell you it's for your own good 
As they strap you onto the narrow table
To administer the medication 
As madness goes 
This the epitome 
Strapped in 
   Looking at the ceiling 
      This is no Sistine chapel I tell you 
Looking up I do not see God 
    Only the cracks 
On which blood spills red 
By the time I am unstrapped 
It's hours later 
I have woken up in my room
A single cell 
  I recall learning about single cells 
At school 
This is no school but hell
Dinner, 6pm. 
So it's morning now 
Wardsman approaching 
 Big fella with an unforgiving look 
   "What's it going to be, the easy way or the hard way?"
"FUCK OFF"
He grabs me this time by the throat 
Shoves the needle into me 
   Collapse 
       CoLlapse 
THUD 
     I hit the floor 
Lunch 12pm
Veges and awful rissoles 
   Afternoon sleep 
 Doctor 
    Signing a document 
ECT 
6AM wheeling me in 
Injections 
   Clamps 
        Daughter 
Mother 
   Fairground 
        School 
  Priest 
      Wife 
          Second wife 
Children 
   Bobby, Tim
Cliff on
 Which uncle had died 
      Woke up 
           Nauseated 
Wardsmen coming 
Run or 
        Submission