The hospital He couldn't grip, he always slipped And bit by bit, he lost his wits Voices in his head, while laying in bed Things that are said, makes him turn red His family worried, his mind was blurry Then they hurried, and they scurried Called the hospital, to stop this hell To make him well, him they didn't tell So he went away, suddenly one day For a short stay, to escape the fray He went to get help, others had felt He wants to melt, inside his shell They gave him pills, a needle to chill They held him still, he wasn't thrilled Soon he fell deep, the meds did creep No need for sheep, to fall asleep After many days, no more in a haze Maybe just a phase, of being in a daze Soon he was released, voices ceased They no longer feast, now he has peace He learned to cope, now he has hope It won't tie his rope, he just says nope ©Schizology The hospital #Hospital #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #crazy
