MENTALLY DERANGED

A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel


When father left the once wholesome son.
Void assumed its dirty lugubrious role.
Memories were no longer that much fun.
They greedily charged a high burdened toll.

Alone in the dark, he submerged into his taut mind.
“Falling on your face is rough when no one´s below.”
This inside is bulk in size. Big indeed, but not my kind.
Would he remember himself how he was a year ago?

A thick somber brume shrouded his summer sun.
The fear is widespread. It came from above.
Hawks circled the sky, dead fell the dove.
Thought to himself, “Why stay? I´d rather run”.

Perhaps tommorow may never reshape. Who knows?
Nevermind, the good feeling´s gone. What´s so strange?
“Just give him more anesthetic.” That´s easy to arrange!
Apparently his condition didn´t seem to change.

Tries real hard, but he´s unable to hide his rising affliction.
It´s written all over him, from head to the tips of his toes.
Docs got sloppy. He can´t quit this compromising addiction.
What a dreadful waste! Down the drain his brain goes.

A thick somber brume shrouded his summer sun.
The fear is widespread. It came from above.
Hawks circled the sky, dead fell the dove.
Thought to himself, “Why stay? I´d rather run”.

Vital signs are gone! That´s what the machines show!
There´s not much to do. Is there room for revenge?
If father had stayed, the son would´nt have to go.
“Congratulations you loons! My son, I will avenge!”
“Easy pops! You´re the one who´s mentally deranged.”

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