Poems for the Pained

Seeing Things Again

Dear doctor you have to help me,
I'm seeing things again.
There's a man hanging from a tree,
I think it's time for bed.

Doctor oh doctor I need you,
My eyes are playing tricks.
I swear I saw a bus as well,
There's something you need to fix.

You see I'm unwell Mr. Doctor,
My mind is not all here,
Please tell me why,
I am acting so incredibly queer.

Dear doctor dear doctor I was better,
At least for a little while.
But now my mind has changed,
I have become horrific and vile.

The things that I'm seeing are ruthless,
Disgusting and utterly wrong
Perhaps I'm just going mad,
I think I'm finally gone.
But the madness I have is delightful,
Although a plague on the mind,
For this confusion comes with writing material,
Which is useful, I think you may find.

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Alright so this one is still being re-drafted and edited but it's half-decent so it's good enough to sit here for the time being