Sleep:

The catatonic mind
trapped unreleased held fast
in a prison of perpetual thoughts
circling like vultures
as if a statue frozen in time
glass eyes hide the sparks
of wanton need to be free
to touch the sky
to walk the lands
are you there they ask
poking prodding
as if a mere lab rat
dismissed as a nothing
abandoned to some distant corner
as the years roll on by
until there is but nothing left
except a husk of skin
long since touched held and loved
great thoughts and concepts
were born of this mind
hands created touched made
all things beautiful
a smile never forced
a laugh always given freely
rejoiced by all that heard it so
now time has come and time has gone
and who will remember the person
deep inside trapped in corridors
of a created prison
with its demons running amok
as doctors sign forms
unresponsive
as if
the lights are on but no one is home

How little they know
how little they understand

Acknowledgement: Dr Sawyer: