A poem by Infannity entitled Bin / 26 August 2010
I'm often asked to produce some artwork or a cartoon for a piece of poetry or prose that has been created by a fellow artist. This one in particular fired my imagination and made me want to share it with you.
BIN
(for Jimmy Fingers, with peace love and understanding)
The place has walls,
I can touch them if I wish,
I could no longer tell you their colour
they are the same colour as all the walls
in all the other places.
Here I wander
Here I touch and feel
Here no-one can hurt me.
Here I am reminded when to eat and sleep
by a clock
that someone else watches.
Here I say what I am thinking
Here I say what thinks me.
That is why I am here.
Here is where I remind myself I am
When here is where I am not.
Because they haven’t got a name for that
Because they haven’t got a place
for people who do things they can’t find names for.
That is why I am here.
by Infannity
Keywords: mental health,psychiatric medication,psychiatry,psychosis,survivor movement
Comments
infannity
/Gee, thanks, Arty!
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rich
/ermm!!!! what else could be done with a self defined label?
Arty Farty
/Wow! More of this person's work please Mr Colin ( and I mean Infannity).