Poems for Mental Health Awareness Month: Grease // Fear

Christopher Patrick Nelson - SV De-Bug - May 2, 2019

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GREASE

If I had not been fashioned so I turned

With squeals of madness, manic and depressed,

My pivot split, my squeal would not have earned

Daubed salve of psychiatric wards, a guest;

And had they not have lubricated sheen

Of therapy, anointed me with oil,

I might still spin within the cult-machine

And rotate under its control and roil;

Yet if I rolled along, to synch my psalm

With all Jehovah’s Witnesses, revolve

My life around their lies about Islam,

Then I would tread down truth, doubts unresolved.

So, who shall call the shrieks of wheels a curse,

When God the Fashioner has let me live?

O I am cracked, yet all my clan’s creed’s worse:

I get the grease Allah alone can give.

FEAR

The liars lay in wait; I knew their knock;

I fled my fireplace for safer steps –

A new address no gangster intercepts,

Or so I hoped, and yet I shook in shock.

My scientist had sent me different drugs,

And this, too, terrified me with the thought,

When I was all alone, of being caught,

Beyond sweet reason, by the thrusting thugs.

But, as I neared my napping, then my brain

Heard someone standing, stealthy, in my hall,

Who sought to turn my doorknob, threaten all

My awful heartbeats, leave a scarlet stain.

I dialed the blue lives; when their searchlights shone,

They lit a madman; I had been alone.

Written by

Christopher Patrick Nelson

Rhymer Christopher Patrick Nelson is the published author of The Mother of All Warriors: One-Page Rhymes about Women’s Issues (2nd Revised Edition), available now on Amazon.

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