What I Dream About
My visions are for me to keep.
You do not have permission
to ask me about what I see
or about what I dream about.
Do I look like I have schizophrenia?
I can do anything you can do
and probably better. I can work.
I block out what the voices say.
I am going to miss out on going
to the beach again this summer
by being in this place. I don’t know
why they do not take my word
over the word of people that have
sent me here. If I had a piece, I
don’t think I could kill myself or
anyone else. I say things sometimes
that I do not really mean. I do things
that I do not really mean to do.
The time I took all those pills to kill
myself was just my gift to those
that I hurt over the years. I did not
want them worrying about me.
I feel sad in the hospital. I should
not have been brought back to life.
I like the medicine despite what
others say that I do not like them.
They help me sleep and dream.
Please do not ask me questions
about what I dream about. Those
questions are too personal. If you
want to help me, tell the doctor
to look into his heart and let me go.
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The Night Winds
It swirls around and around,
the night winds, words from
nature. How I would die to know
what it says? It is madness
seeing it swirling around and
having fun at my expense. The
nights winds howl and cackle,
galloping like a headless horse
at the witching hour. I want to
swirl like the wind and argue with
it. I need to stand up for myself.
Rusty Truck 