Halloween Poem #30 (the blog got messed up yesterday and I had to get it fixed by WordPress help – special thank you to the nice person who helped me!!)

Ghosts of Bedlam
by Michael Romani

Sometimes staying the course
And remaining ever so strong
Can cause huge doses of remorse
And could never be more wrong

Medicine is meant to medicate.
What is isn't meant for 
Is to cause you to hallucinate
Making you sicker is not an even score

The ghosts of Bedlam will not lie
However sickened their perspective might be
The truth is the truth, not to deny,
But to be faced bravely and with dignity

Procedures that take your mind
Are unworthy and surely contrived
Worthy of nothing but to be left behind
By those who are glad that they survived

Making wishes don't make dreams come true
This we all learn as life goes obviously on
Then we muddle through bravely on and on
Until our last hopes are made or are gone

There was a time when doctors would bleed
Us using leeches to affect a cure
It was discovered it wasn't what we need
Such are the ways of the scientifically impure

Insisting that they have answers that they don't
Lying to the allegedly mad as they conspire
Pretending for dollars to have help but won't
Until Bedlam is burned down with its fire

The fire of peevish ways of discovery
That washed away the ways proven to fail
The hope being to find at last recovery
For the sake of the mad souls they had doomed to Hell

(c) October 30, 2019  Michael Romani
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