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Handcuffed and sectioned
Because I believed I was Jesus
directionless and cut free from reality
they took me to priory in a police van
while together in electric dreams played on the radio
life cuts like a blade though
my memory edits the cage
I am in
she said it’s a prison
Alexandria,
I know I am only one with key to escape
to scrape
my sadness away
and one step at a time I will learn
to fly into heavens branches.
I know birds dance into the trees
I have been sectioned but I don’t accept this disease!
By Daniel Hooks AKA Alienpoet
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Daniel Hooks
A poet, activist and story teller who currently battles with a severe mental health problem.
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