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Musical
Madness.
In and out, like a trout,
Trying to swim upstream,
Everything against the odds,
Seemed like a bad dream.
A shame they came and took me,
Back into the mire,
And dosed me up to the gills,
Till my head was on fire.
Moments of musical madness,
In and out and in again,
Locked up like a felon,
Branding me insane.
It is true out of the blue,
My life was rearranged,
I had a nervous breakdown,
And my mind was deranged.
They plonked me in Pialla,
In the Spring of 99,
And then all I thought I had,
It was no longer mine.
The long road to recovery,
The stigma was the worst,
Then came the frustration,
I felt that I would burst.
I’ve given up the gravy train,
And ceased self-medication,
And learnt to live by myself,
Without stimulation.
Musical madness,
Now the song’s long gone,
The memory is like a tattoo,
It will always linger on.
©
David Rudder
2024
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
