July 19, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment Losing Concern One can lose concern Over one’s mental health Simply let go and play For a while But when it becomes a habit That sad time when no one seems To know You are in control but you Then it seems like a regular Time at the wheel is the best To be expected of you. For when you drive you lend And ear and hand to the next Driver in the road by Clearing a path for them to Follow. So it is with mental health. The more we complain about our treatment When MRi scans are being defeated In court Then it is time to know What is going on For oneself. Schizophrenia or no I have been treated like a shmo And I do like it Very much! Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...