Poem By Dan Quiles
Dim thin lights
Long white with endless halls
Full of terror;
Endless and defenseless torture.
Nurses are like militants.
Taking charge without compassion.
Getting down and dirty is only part of the territory.
Echoes of sadness and horrifying screams
Now and then succumbed by the stinging cc needles.
A desease that will never go away.
Voices are heard, flashbacks are seen:
Shawdowy figures are seen
All seems like reality but it is only their surreal world.
Most patients are emotionally distressed and depressed.
Some are Psychologically disturbed.
OThers are spiritually hurting.
When others are pretending to be sick
just to seek refuge from the real world.
Those are afraid of living life.
Often times, most of the sick ones are just plain sick
And no cure or therapy will ever cure the unpure desease of
Bipolar, depression, substance use disorder, schizophrenia and
The endless list of enemies of mankind.