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His Mystery

Secreted in a padded cell
Inside silently yells
his secrets he won't tell
there goes the medicine bell

She walks filled with nerves
at every sound she swerves
her bravery he deserves
his medicine she serves

As usual he's at the hatch waiting
his demeanour she's contemplating
the system she's hating
no help for him grating

They only want to keep him quiet
so they can sleep well at night
they don't want to hear his plight
or what makes him such a sorry sight

Abandoned and abused at an early age
filled him with sadness and rage
thoughout his life at every stage
he's been locked in some sort of cage

Filled with pity
she can only feel sympathy
she wishes she could challenge the powers that be
and unravel this mans mystery

She sneaks him the key every day
hidden under the plastic tray
but he's never tried to get away
in this solitary he chooses to stay

Maybe life is easier for him here
Set routine, nothing to fear
Out slips a solitary tear
as she hears him say "thank you dear"

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A very intriguing poem for a first write! I was taken with these lines:

bandoned and abused at an early age
filled him with sadness and rage
thoughout his life at every stage
he's been locked in some sort of cage

I feel a kinship to this man.
again, welcome to Neopoet!

always, Cat

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thanks glad u found it intriguing i have a load of poems all written in the last year I'm still shocked at times at what I've written don't know where some of them come from

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Yes I can feel it here,I get the feeling. Being insane and mad ,sad, all of the above yet perfectly sane, yes I see it here. Reminds me of something I have once read, or perhaps written. That a friend has freed him every day, but there is nobody to hear what he has to say. I got the emotion here.

Hi thanks for reading and commenting glad u enjoyed and got the emotion

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