Where Silver Tears Do Rust
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Voices...2002
Mama, The voices are talking to me.
I can't get them out of my head.
I tried hard to take care of myself.
They say you cry for me so you want me dead.
Mama, are you hopeless?
By the way, how is Steve?
The voices tell me to come home.
Mama, please don't leave.
Can I lay my tired head upon your chest?
The voices just keep talking!
Mama, please help me to rest.
Daddy says that I must stay.
He says you made me sick this way.
Mama, the voices are talking to me.
Shush! Mama, please don't tell.
If they know that I told you
Then they'll keep me in this hell.
I think that I need to come home.
Daddy says I cannot go.
Mom, you said that you would keep me safe.
Who can I trust, and do you know?
Mama, stop the night-mares!
I just wanna smoke a bowl.
Was I ever happy?
Only you would know.
Mama, please come move back home.
I don't feel safe out here alone.
What is that you said Mama?
California is no longer your home?
Mom, why am I walking funny?
Are what the voices saying true?
Are you the only one to trust?
Is it all left up to you?
Shhhhhh! Quiet Mom!
Don't tell them what I've said!
Steve says he knows how it feels to be mad;
To hear voices in your head.
Mama, was I ever happy
Or fun to be around?
You promised that you'd catch me
Before I hit the ground!
Mama, read my writings.
Look at the pictures that I drew.
Do you think that I'll get better?
Do you think that I am through?
Mom, I'm staying in California.
Dad says that I can't ;eave.
Mama help me to understand.
Who can I believe?
What Mama? You are leaving me?
Tell my family that I said hi.
Don't tell them what the voices say;
'Cause the voice said I'll die.
Mama, was I ever happy
Or fun to be around?
You promised that you'd catch me
Before the voices knocked me down!
I tried hard to take care of myself.
Mama, please help my to rest.
Mama, stop the night-mares.
Let me lay upon your chest.
Mom, you said that you'd keep me safe.
Who can I trust?;
And do you know?
Mama, hush the voices!
I just wanna smoke a bowl...
L.A.Mc Nabb
Monday, 29 July, 2002
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
Written in remembrance of my eldest son, Ronny's odyssey through his mind's eye; through his frightening trip into the world of the mentally ill. I could not catch him before the voices knocked him down. I have however, held safe for him, his spirit. I have held safe for him the memories of when he was happy and fun to be around. The voices are merely questions left unanswered. I pray he will be shown the questions and given the answers to the taunting drama witnessed by his mind's eye. I pray that he will find peace and that the only voices he will hear are those that speak to him of the joy of life.
I Love You Ronny.
Mom
Since this was written, My son did come home. He still hears voices sometimes but is no longer held prisoner in a hospital or by the voices. He has a beautiful baby daughter that he adores. We never speak of his illness and he does not remember the frightening journey that he took that led me to write this poem. Ronny may never be the same boy I knew; But he is happy and fun to be around.....
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
I can't get them out of my head.
I tried hard to take care of myself.
They say you cry for me so you want me dead.
Mama, are you hopeless?
By the way, how is Steve?
The voices tell me to come home.
Mama, please don't leave.
Can I lay my tired head upon your chest?
The voices just keep talking!
Mama, please help me to rest.
Daddy says that I must stay.
He says you made me sick this way.
Mama, the voices are talking to me.
Shush! Mama, please don't tell.
If they know that I told you
Then they'll keep me in this hell.
I think that I need to come home.
Daddy says I cannot go.
Mom, you said that you would keep me safe.
Who can I trust, and do you know?
Mama, stop the night-mares!
I just wanna smoke a bowl.
Was I ever happy?
Only you would know.
Mama, please come move back home.
I don't feel safe out here alone.
What is that you said Mama?
California is no longer your home?
Mom, why am I walking funny?
Are what the voices saying true?
Are you the only one to trust?
Is it all left up to you?
Shhhhhh! Quiet Mom!
Don't tell them what I've said!
Steve says he knows how it feels to be mad;
To hear voices in your head.
Mama, was I ever happy
Or fun to be around?
You promised that you'd catch me
Before I hit the ground!
Mama, read my writings.
Look at the pictures that I drew.
Do you think that I'll get better?
Do you think that I am through?
Mom, I'm staying in California.
Dad says that I can't ;eave.
Mama help me to understand.
Who can I believe?
What Mama? You are leaving me?
Tell my family that I said hi.
Don't tell them what the voices say;
'Cause the voice said I'll die.
Mama, was I ever happy
Or fun to be around?
You promised that you'd catch me
Before the voices knocked me down!
I tried hard to take care of myself.
Mama, please help my to rest.
Mama, stop the night-mares.
Let me lay upon your chest.
Mom, you said that you'd keep me safe.
Who can I trust?;
And do you know?
Mama, hush the voices!
I just wanna smoke a bowl...
L.A.Mc Nabb
Monday, 29 July, 2002
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
Written in remembrance of my eldest son, Ronny's odyssey through his mind's eye; through his frightening trip into the world of the mentally ill. I could not catch him before the voices knocked him down. I have however, held safe for him, his spirit. I have held safe for him the memories of when he was happy and fun to be around. The voices are merely questions left unanswered. I pray he will be shown the questions and given the answers to the taunting drama witnessed by his mind's eye. I pray that he will find peace and that the only voices he will hear are those that speak to him of the joy of life.
I Love You Ronny.
Mom
Since this was written, My son did come home. He still hears voices sometimes but is no longer held prisoner in a hospital or by the voices. He has a beautiful baby daughter that he adores. We never speak of his illness and he does not remember the frightening journey that he took that led me to write this poem. Ronny may never be the same boy I knew; But he is happy and fun to be around.....
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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Voices...2002
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