THE MONSTER

Give

A little tap

On top of

This head’s

Abstracted Mind

Each

Hemisphere’s

Split into

A hedge

A half divided

He’s raving mad

Experiencing

Nausea

Light-headed

Yet his brain

Feels heavy 

As a paving slab

The ship 

Of the skull

On the mast

The flag flits

Cause of savage

Battering wind

The monster’s

At it again

Causing

Massive damage

Need an

Ambulance

To bandage

But the

Wreckage

Can’t be

Salvaged

If only there

Could be

Ambience 

In all the

Frantic madness

Gales buffet

The boat

Of the brain

The matter tossed

On the curves

And waves

Curds and whey

Are Miss Muffet’s

Supper

A beige colour

But the

Matter is grey

On the edge

Of madness

Too close

To insane

One tiny wisp

It tips over

And when

It does

Frankenstein’s

Monster

Becomes

So enraged

Cause it feels

Like it’s being

Controlled

And caged

Treated like

A dog

And told to

“Stay!”

Let’s just

Hope it does

And won’t escape

As for

The psychiatrist

His trust

Is mostly placed

In medication

As doses taken

As tablets

Or a depot

In veins

The condition’s

Diagnosed

And named

As

Paranoid

Schizophrenia

With enough

Medication

The monster

Gets thrown

Into a grave

Its spirit floats

And fades

Becoming

A ghost

Exiled from

Home

It sails

Away to

A coast

And there

On an island

Remote, remains

Unless

It gets coaxed

Then oh no

It’s broke

The chains!

So makes

Its lonely way

Across to

The other

Side of

The dome

Wherein

The madness

And maladies

Explode

Again