He couldn't grip
He always slipped
And bit by bit
He lost his wits
Voices in his head
While laying in bed
Things that are said
Makes him turn red
His family worried
His mind was blurry
Then they hurried
And they scurried
Called the hospital
And stop this hell
To make him well
Him they didn't tell
So he went away
Suddenly one day
For a short stay
To escape the fray
He went to get help
Others had felt
He wanted to melt
Inside his own shell
They gave him pills
A needle to chill
They held him still
He wasn't thrilled
Soon he fell deep
The meds did creep
No need for sheep
To fall asleep
After many days
No more in a haze
Maybe just a phase
Of being in a daze
Soon he was released
Voices mostly ceased
Voices no longer feast
Now mostly has peace
He learned to cope
And still have hope
It won't tie his rope
But to just say nope
©firefly
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