Every fall

Bureaucracy

Denying the

Ripples

Is

My

Insanity

Sighed Silly Sally…

I look to see

Tears 

Tears of joy,

Those of pain,

Anger and fear,

Fits of rage…

I was told today,

While,

Desperate and afraid,

I still must qualify!

Are you fucking kidding me?

Do I qualify for needing trauma treatment?

Fuck you!

I’m begging for help!

And she’s spouting out…

Requirements.

How’s that for insanity?

Medical industry

Claiming to help

Doesn’t want to

Pay the price of treating

Her…

The after thought

The wreckage ~

Just forgive and forget…

Repeated trauma is not like that

Forgetting is my affliction

I can’t…

Yet I don’t

Qualify…

Why?

I’m not a veteran of secular war

Only a child of God

Abused by

Paperwork

Killed the

Crazy lady

Waiting too long.

You decide

Do I qualify?

Maybe someday

Someone

Will actually

Look and See

Yes

I qualify

Can you help me

End this pain?

I can’t stand up

I’ll claim my seat~

Only place I found

To fit in?

The lost and found bin…

Brimming over

Yet still

Men of power

Want more than tears

That’s not

Good enough

They said

Never again

Institution

Violates me

Everyday

I wait

To qualify

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