Flashback Friday Poetry: Crazy

my last and final thoughtless dream
before i awake from this sleep
is the reason i’m brought to this place
to see why i despise my face
they poke and prod and rape my mind
but to this day nothing they find
they give me pills to make me nice
and feed me this horrible rice
so stuck here in this mattress-ed room
i’ll give them their answer very soon

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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