In the middle of the night
when the light
has gone home
and justice is asleep
Who knows?
What silent devil roams
across the tattered flesh
where perversion sleekly stands
in the night
when the light
has gone home.
A summary of my extensive experiences in the world of mental illness, as a patient, as a parent, as a spouse, as a friend. I know it all too well. Surprisingly, it isn't always a terrible place.
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