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A mountain camp - by MeganeRid from Lucasart

A mountain camp – by MeganeRid from Lucasart

The following poem, author unknown, was found on a Flashdrive preserved beneath the ruins of Old London, excavated by the Northern Nations Archaeologist Team in 2237, over two hundred years after the Great Invasion.  The poem is now displayed in the Renaissance Museum as a poignant reminder of the Lost Years.

A New Creed

The sun rises, and sets, and the world turns
In the clear sky, and if I close my eyes
I can hear the birds sing their happy lie,
Though Paris has fallen, and London burns,
 
 And in the smoke-stained streets men lie rotting,
Unburied, unshriven, easy pickings
For the Tower crows.  Shakespeare and Dickens
Wouldn’t let this heartbreak be forgotten,
 
They would immortalise that historic
Day when our green and precious Earth, our home,
Was invaded, when, although unwelcome,
They darkened our skies with their great warships,
 
That momentous day, when all working men
Took to the streets with spades and kitchen knives
And fought to defend their homes, gave their lives
For their wives and children, fought even when
 
The black soldiers outnumbered them ten to
One, till they fell in lines like dominoes,
While the women wept for their dead heroes.
Then it was their turn, as the cold wind blew
 
Down the death-filled streets, to try and protect
Their sobbing children, the screaming babies,
To the acrid end.  All died.  Though maybe
There are others, like me, in this crushed, wrecked
 
World, who have survived.  But we are scattered,
Homeless, hungry, frightened and so alone
In this alien world of death, bleached bone
And burned flesh.  Our tender souls are battered
 
Beyond repair, suppressed.  We can’t go back
To what we were.  We are now a new breed
Of man, with a new goal and a new creed,
To finish the soldiers, the beasts in black.
 
We will fight on, no matter what the cost,
Though all is lost, and all will ever be lost.
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From our Perilous Rose Stephanie Wytovich.

MADHOUSE POEM: Psychiatry for the Lonely
Patient: Lonely
Illness: Heartbreak, Doubt
Treatment: Psychiatry Appointment
Case Number: 173 “Embrace Your Madness”
Residing Nurse: Hysteria
 
Psychiatry for the Lonely
By Stephanie M. Wytovich
 
Imagine
If you didn’t have to be invisible,
If you didn’t have to hide,
If you were with someone,
Someone who let you
Be you:
Crazy, wonderful,
Awful,
Beautiful
You.
 

Now

Imagine
If you didn’t have to be covered in dust,
If you didn’t have to be covered in cobwebs,
If you were loved by someone,
Someone who understood the
Darkness in
Your soul:
Your sad, scary
Frighteningly
Insane,
Soul.
 

Now

Imagine
If that someone related to the madness
If that someone saw your beauty
And loved the death in your eyes,
If that someone loved
Your faults:
Your addictions, your sickness,
Your slurs,
Ticks,
And shakes.
 

And

Imagine
If you let yourself fall in love
Instead of in suicide,
Instead of in loneliness,
And let that someone
Save you:
Chaotic, intense,
Blissfully neurotic,
Exquisitely
Perfect
You.
 

Now

Accept
That it’s possible to break your restraints
To walk out of solitary
Out of lockdown
And open your heart,
Your broken,
Shattered,
Bleeding, needing
Heart.
 
Now tell me,
Tell me how that makes you feel.