Broke – poetry book

Description

Broke is my eleventh book of poetry. It features the poem Destruction of the mind.

Society,
stress, stress, and destruction.
Destruction of the mind,
a multiplicity of thoughts and a mood of the indecisive kind,
an unsettled mood,
a mood of schizophrenia and anxiety,
a mood that by being overwhelmed does drive you wild,
and that does drive you around the bend,
and that does make you want to tear your hair out,
that does make you want to tear your hair out again,
and again, and what sadness and frustration there is,
and what rage there is,
in this frenetic barrage of unwanted thoughts,
thoughts that invade your waking life,
and that invade your dreams at night,
and what great destruction of the mind there is from the
overwhelming thought processes,
the uncalled-for kind, the intrusive thoughts,
and no, they were not kind, and they are not kind,
not kind at all, but oh, how many people suffer,
and how many people are unable to cope with it all,
because mental illness,
and especially schizophrenia it is apocryphal,
and although people try their best,
we have overstretched services,
and we do not have enough time,
to look after and care all the time for our family,
and our friends who suffer,
and it is awful how many people want to end it all,
and it is awful how many people want to end it all,
after being driven to the edge of the precipice,
after being driven to the edge by the stress,
and how devastating it is for family and society,
and oh, how terrible this infliction is,
this infliction of mental illness,
that is such a curse upon humanity,
this curse that comes from the pressures of modern life,
and through poor choice and bad luck,
and this bloody infliction it seems to get worse and worse,
it seems to get worse,
for we seem to have less and less time for ourselves,
and we are always chasing time,
and we are always working all hours,
and in this life how the lack of time,
and the overabundance of financial pressures and stress,
it causes such chaos in the mind,
such chaos in the mind that is so hard to fix,
and so hard to put right and how we pray for an end,
and sometimes we pray to Gods,
but there is no quick fix,
and how often mental illness continues unabated,
for the whole of human lives,
and it is a terrible sight to see people in such distress,
a terrible sight to see people in such pain,
a terrible sight to see people’s lives in pieces,
a terrible sight to see people in such a mess,
but we try our best to help,
we try our best.