A while ago I read a quote,
said the madman to the poet,
“So you’re from the madhouse on the other side of the wall.”
This revelation set me stunned, rooted and inexplicably appalled.
Is this gospel, or is the narcissistic rambling of hubris.
Is this enlightenment, or mere pebble pelting past proprieties extolled.
Logic dragged me low, observation dragged me lower.
Civilized, humanized, compromised, criticized, mechanized,
All mere farcical ways to read “institutionalized”.
Man proudly reared his head, thumping his intelligence,
The brutal irony slipping through his fingers dripping with arrogance.
Toll 40 years of unending, ungrateful, unloved labor,
For the chance of 5 bonus paralyzed scraps strewn in your favor.
Time laughed, nature sighed and the child within you cried,
Cried for a chance to walk free, for a chance to fly and flee.
It wanted attention, it demanded care,
It bawled to break the handcuffs of habit and despair.
But the inconvenient beast was quickly silenced,
Its voice muffled, its soul abandoned.
After all, there was progress to be made,
Research to be equated, rituals to be desecrated,
And finally, the sole survivor ‘love’, to be cremated.
prakhar17 