I survey the mess and wonder who is to blame,

Deceit speaks so loud that truth sounds so lame,

Crisis and drama; moth attracted to the flame,

Emotions so strong there’s no restraint or choice to tame,

Feeling so sad, desolate and revengeful too,

But what really is the point? “Doc, you seem to have dodged the shame on you!”



Poem written following a complaint levelled against my consultant psychiatrist. :(