you seemed to me to be king
god, the all powerful one
you knew it all
you were never wrong
your pronouncement
the only truth
i knew I did
not come up the mark
knew you hated me
i saw the shame
i tasted the fist of shame
i felt the look of scorn
the spit of disgust
i spent a life time
searching for they key
to make you see me
the son you were given
not the mistake of shame
you saw in me
i tried
i crawled
i became a puppy
eager to please
my efforts ignored
no matter what I did
i felt the fist of scron
withered under
the eyes of dsigust
festered in the
spit of shame
in the world
I was not equipped
I did not see
people who were
not from a good place
I suffered at their hands
and blamed myself
I must have been wrong
a fist to the face
an apology on my lips
i became dysmorphic
in the mirror
i saw a hideous
face
looking back at me
a twisted demon
my church
comforting message was
it would be better
you were dead
they said
Jesus would forgive
your suicide
but not your love
of men
my sensitivity, my art
my gifted knitting and needle
a sin
unacceptable to God
my love of dogs a perversion
a sign of immaturity
another abnormality
i used to pray
I wasn't yours
i must have been adopted
stolen even
or maybe I
wasn't my dads
maybe that is why
he hated me
what was wrong
with me
why couldn't I
get it right
I was in a position
to die
i wanted nothing
esle
I was no good
I was pain
personified
I wanted it to
end
opportunity arose
12 hours undisturbed
time to free myself
before I was found
as it happend my mother
ruled by appearance
left me 18 hours
when I wouldn't wake
an employee
called the ambulance
I awoke hearing the DR tell
my parents it was too late
the couldn't reverse it
it was just time
I was awake
I heard
I was petrified
I wanted to pass
into oblivion
unaware
I waited
I waited
I waited
I became nore conscious.
hearing, taste
altered weirdly
the huge drive up
to an imposing
Victorian asylum
the nutters inside
the man who sat
opposite me
his arms a blaze
with cuts
the twins
convnced the Germans
were coming
the screams
the woman held down
as meds were
forced upon her
The toss was home
or here
I chose here
not knwoing i was signing
my freedom a way
that the abuse was
really going to start now
the abuse was really
going to start
now
No haven
no respite
held down and
bottom bared
as largactil
forced into my blood
a torture in itself..
men in white coats
deciding in two minutes
one is pyschotic and
needs to be contorlled
nursing staff who dragged
one out of bed
kicked and punched
abnormal EEG
never explained
my 17 years of life
so far
not a shred of interest
to the twats
in white coats
electrodes placed
heterosexual the aim
pain and sex the result
a world away
fresh as yesterday
yet so far away
today the good life
away from experts
away from shrinks
away from bullies
in Angel gear
knowing i am good
always was
was not the problem
they were
i fought my way
up thru the pit of hell
put those misguided at best
evil at worst
away from my life
I had my revenge
it's a wonderful life
a successful life
i am not their pronouncements
am not a slave
to religious criminasl
who abuse all they can reach
i survived
i made it
i have a wonderous
exciting and free life
the only revenge
is in living.
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5 comments:
When did you write this, Colin? How poignant!
This is so powerful!! Fantastic, Colin, putting your pain into prose makes it all the more moving. Wow.
I am sorry for your pain.
I celebrate your freedom.
Colin that is a fantastic piece of writing. I think I have a tiny inkling of what a hard yet worthwhile task its creation must have been and I thank you for making that leap.
What an extraordinary piece...Thank you.
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