It isn’t so long ago that mental illness was seen as the Devil’s work.  I was watching a show tonight and it reminded me of this.

Beauty In A Blade of Grass
by Michael Romani

Scratching at the walls
Of asylum's fear
Faded memories recall
Only one being there

Anger and sadness
Different shades of the same
Two sides of madness
Brought on by shame

Touched by Satan's wrath
Deep inside my soul
Won't wash away in a bath
Feeling sweeping out of control

Pinky swears and promises
Have no part in this scene
Life lived by compromises
Approaching the obscene

Step by step
Sanity's edged away
One tragic misstep
Brings closure to the day

God no longer knows me
He has abandoned me as lost
Just another soul carved in poetry
Smiling at the pain and cost

Touched by Satan's claw
I am the black sheep foretold
Living life as an outlaw
Whose soul has been sold

Translucent in my perception
There is beauty in a blade of grass
Wicked in my conception
But, this too shall pass

(c)  June 19, 2019  Michael Romani
All Rights Reserved