They Didn’t Try to Stop Me

The Crisis Unit:
Where Bibles are contraband,
mementos taken.

No more sentiments.
Fascist white coats grin widely
for law officers,

White coats drag me out,
lock me in concrete confines,
after law’s arms leave.

Abusive treatment,
hungry children forbidden
from having a snack.

They’re always watching,
locked down, yet I escape from
the gold God Helmet.

Become another,
broadcasts signals in my head,
my spirit rises.

I become lucid.
Yank off the gold God Helmet,
run back to my room.

-theothersid3

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Thank you for visiting my site! Feel free to like, comment or subscribe to any of my content. I am a male in my mid thirties who loves to write about the mysteries of life I have encountered or think about. I was diagnosed with severe bipolar I in 2004, and I like to write about this journey to recovery in all its stages as well. Some day, I hope to tie everything together and write a couple of books related to my experiences. Thanks again for stopping by! - theothersid3

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