Daniel N. Flanagan Writing

RawDanny

& I was watching youtube videos by RawSammi

& She was boring me and so

I envisioned my own world

I first thought , how nice it would be

If I had the disposable income to

Tear my house apart, everytime mania hit

Throw lamps threw walls and tv’s out windows.

And then a second thought invaded me

Flooded through me, How lucky I was!

I envisioned what my 1st hospital stay would be like,

One of the mental nature. I have

Romanticized this deeply. Damn you, Vizzini and the likes

I would be wearing dress shirt and tie

As to look more sane than the (in)sane, yes!

To prove them wrong and, mania hit and, I wanted not

To be trapped in there anymore, I shouted

“I’m a grown man! Let me out” to no avail

They rushed me with anvils in hand

I fought them ferociously, verociously, my mind made things up then

I was a fighter then

Punching the black man in the face. I had never punched a

Man before. I awoke later in a bed

Strapped. My panic returned.

It was 9 days later that my release was

Finalized and here I sit

Steady type type typing as the bats steady

Rap rap rap, rip apart my brain matter, as I

Take scissor to bracelet. Dive down and

Slice wrist

Bleeding this to you.

Raw.

http://www.pyrokinection.com/2014/02/two-poems-by-daniel-n-flanagan.html

Originally published by Pyrokinection on 02/03/14.