Silent beauty pervades his unconsciousness
Gradually taking over...
There he stands in a field of healing
Unaware of how wounded he is.
He savours the breeze
Blowing with a calmly fierceness
Filling his lungs with the cold fire
Set ablaze by the side effects
Of the drugs they gave him.
Is messing up his meditation.
His sanity is being compromised.
Because the focus of his mind is
Bent on becoming someone
Other than who he is.
As the very thoughts of himself
Are pinned down
And are seductively dragged
Into a jagged abyss
Where he will be shut away
For a long time.
He realizes that it is almost too late
To do anything...
But suddenly he awakes!
As he's greeted with
A different kind of silence
Which slowly suffuse
Into his consciousness.
Then exhales,as he whispers
They are trying to make me sane again."
[Written between 1045hrs & 1122hrs 9/10/2012 ]