Impaled

‘neath lupine moon in deep of pale

I hear flailing souls writhe and wail 

miasmic iced-chill

down my spine doth spill 

nightmare shrill ~ fear impales  

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© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry

Stained Glass

Your asylum chains can’t hold me now, for I have long since passed  

Criteria to be sectioned; more fragmented than stained glass

Pirouetting, chanting in the moonlight; naked... unabashed 

Pushing trollies of fine treasure, things I’ve rescued from the trash 

You see I’ve become a shadow, a mere ghost haunting these streets

Fragile, skin of crate-paper... I’m not surprised they don’t see me

When I sit in damp, foul doorways... they hurriedly walk right past

Don’t hear me say “got any change please?” look through me like I’m glass 

No one comes to check on me, you see; they do not know I’m there 

I can see it in people’s eyes... they look through me when they stare 

As I obviously don’t exist... must have no need to eat

Or to wash or to stay warm or to put shoes upon my feet

So I’ll continue to wander... knowing they won’t come for me 

After all, can’t chain spirits; if I’m not... soon be dead and free 

Your asylum chains won’t hold me now, you waited far too long 

I’ve dissipated into the ether... what did I do wrong? 

When did the world stop caring whether the homeless live or die?

Aren’t we all God’s children, even the damaged, within his eyes? 

I was mentally ill, you see, did not choose to be homeless 

I once had a job and home like you, I was once nicely dressed 

Asylum chains did not hold me; neither should they... times have changed

But did I deserve to die cold and hungry... delusional and deranged? 

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

   (Both Poetry and Art)