There was no answer at the front door, so burglars went around to the back
Eva Knott 9:36 a.m., May 23
i'm sad lil sister
and hope is turning
swirling
obnoxiously finding it's way
down the never to be reclaimed drain
the last eight months of relative safety
swept away by your obsessive compulsive reality
of course it'll work
tho it has NEVER worked before
not a year ago
or 2 years ago
not 3 years ago
or four
as your deceptive inner self tells you
your medication is poison
while you stand on street corners
screaming out to the aliens to come now
and save our political system
to become our guardian angels
but not the Jews
who are unsullied when you're sane
not that hated tribe
only thought of that way
when you're out of your rabbit assed mind
helpless is the way we all feel
your children and me
so i must turn away again
and lose my lil sister
to the devil in disguise
the dreaded delusional mind
Comments
Mindy Ross June 21, 2011 @ 12:12 a.m.
Mental illness is a very difficult problem for a family to deal with. My daughter is a self mutilator and has more than 50 scars on her left arm. She frequently threatens suicide and comes up with stories about being robbed, raped, and harrassed by gang members that seem to extraordinary to be true. I'm 52 and have never had those things happen to me, so how could they have all happened to her by the age of 20?
I guess the only answer is to let go. You have no other choice. Destroying ourselves won't help our loved ones a bit.
nan shartel June 21, 2011 @ 10:36 a.m.
thx for ur wisdom Mindy... detachment is hard 2
richzombie June 21, 2011 @ 9:50 a.m.
powerful stuff
nan shartel June 21, 2011 @ 10:37 a.m.
thx Rich
Altius June 21, 2011 @ 10:44 a.m.
Powerful, vivid poem.
But should "unsullied when your sane" be unsullied when YOU'RE sane" ?
nan shartel June 22, 2011 @ 3:18 a.m.
u r correct Altius...i'll fix it
thx for the input ;-D
quillpena June 21, 2011 @ 12:39 p.m.
Good poem, nan, and poignant too. It's so difficult to watch our loved ones slip away. One of my brothers was hooked on meth for years. He finally straightened his ass out, moved to Utah, and became a Mormon. Last summer he even got full custody of his 12-year-old daughter. He and she are both very happy now, and I couldn't be happier for them. And even after all the meth he did, he still has all of his teeth.
nan shartel June 22, 2011 @ 3:23 a.m.
thx Quill...it is difficult
my sis has been ill since she was 22yrs old
a long long time for she and her family to wrestle with the demons
congrats to ur brother..given enough time and resoluteness all addictions can be conquered
;-S
clbilbray June 23, 2011 @ 11:21 a.m.
Aunt Nan....I know you feel the same pain as I do. This poem brought tears to my eyes.
nan shartel June 23, 2011 @ 12:03 p.m.
i wish i had better news hunnypot....ur mom's illness made me forever question GOD in the human equation
because God does make mistakes where Schizophrenia is concerned ;-(
it's like a bomb coded into the brain to explode between 18 and 22 years of age and after that the pain never stops
i love u ;-D
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