At Your Expense - grandmother's hallucinations
10/06/2007 10:17 p.m.



Sometime in the middle of the night,
Your mind was victimized -
Neurotransmitters misfiring
At the behest of some unknown assailant.

In the morning,
You politely said you didn’t know who I was.

Overnight you went from a walking,
Mentally competent 87 year old woman
To someone who's legs wouldn't work,
Someone who saw apparitions,
Strangers who came to take you away
When you didn’t want to go,
Thinking me an imposter sent to trick you.

“You’re not Alison. You don’t look anything like her…”
The strange manifestation of
The lucid nightmare you
Had just begun to experience.

And I couldn’t convince you otherwise.

My tears for your suffering fell invisibly.
You insisted you had to “get out of here”,
But your legs wouldn’t work
Nor your mind,
And I found no words of solace,
No,
Not one.

There was no one left for you to trust.
“Sweet Jesus, if you get me out of this mess,
I promise I’ll never get into a mess like this again.
Help me, Lord. Sweet Jesus, help me!”
But your prayers seemed to reach no one,
Finally concluded He couldn’t hear you anymore.
Legally blind eyes seeing clearly that which I could not;
Hard of hearing ears working well in the afterworld.

But you wouldn’t go,
Fighting until the dawn of a new day
When we stopped all your “medications”
Fucking man-made pharmaceuticals
Profit-driven money-mongers made rich at your expense.

I am currently Angry
I am listening to the grind of society's machinery