Days
The Voices Are Smoothed Away
On The Observation Ward

Days

Days when fairy tales seemed
real; they never
disappeared.
The magic in
a toy store,
and the
seemingly wild fantasies;
the joy of all things
immature
and fresh, and
undamaged,
by the darker elements
of life.

Paula Puddephatt
First published in Amber Silhouettes, 2003

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The Voices Are Smoothed Away

the voice are smoothed away
with the quiet music

they sit outside the room
as the mirror does

and then are gone
as the eyelid passes over the eye

as sugar disappears
in water

Jo Twist © 2004

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On The Observation Ward

A late christmas tune to the tune of "Winter Wonderland"

In my head I'm hearing voices
Urging me to make some choices
But for 72 hours the voice lost its power
Cause I'm locked up on the observation ward

Now it's clear I'm unstable
but they must find a label
Let the DSM name what's wrong with my brain
While I'm on the observation ward

For many days I skipped my medication
Until I started acting like a fool
Authorities agreed on intervention
So they doped me till I only sit and drool

The police called 5150
To the PUF unit they ship me
Where my ego they shred crawling into my head
While I'm on the observation ward

Now the preacher's getting nervous
That I may disrupt the service
But Jesus was glad embracing the mad
He didn't need an observation ward

Douglas W. Coulter (aka major dinkydau)