3. The Prophecy by Uriel TovarCrazy and raving
He wrote out the tales of
His insanity in
Excrements outlining
The plot twists with care and
Finesse
We did all we could
To keep him from hurting himself
And didn’t think it capable
For anyone to endure
The pain of bashing one’s skull
Into the wall
A fine period to his work on the walls
Of his cell
And maybe it was best
In the end squealing in horrible pain
About how he had found it
And how he knew where it was
In a dream he saw it dry and
Dusty within twisting catacombs
Deep within the earth
Under one of the great pyramids
“If you show me
I can tell you where”
He’d say
We paying no attention to his rants
“forested with a great courtyard
Besides a hill
Stepped and tall
Show me and
I can tell you where”
02/06/2014 Posted on 02/06/2014 Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
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Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/07/14 at 03:35 PM The ravings of mental illness are terribly sad. One wonders from whence comes such madness. (I am familiar with Autism which is very debilitating but can be "treated" so the individual can live with some independence.) |
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