Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Mask The Pain




No rhyme,
no reason.
The young man claims to be Tupac ,
he claims to be Jesus.
Eleven to seven,
a third of a life,
on the night shift.
No rhyme,
no reason,
the snakes followed him,
to the Emergency Room.
There is no judgment ,
only acceptance.
Mental illness does not discriminate .
It's an equal opportunity lover.



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60 comments:

  1. Brian MillerDecember 13, 2011 at 6:02 PM

    mm...heavy...yeah once its got you...and you let use see a bit of his world for just a bit...

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  2. TALONDecember 13, 2011 at 6:08 PM

    You paint such vivid and real characters with words.

    Yes, mental illness doesn't discriminate...sadly, though, a lot of those who suffer from it are discriminated against.

    This is heartbreaking, ayala.

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  3. AnonymousDecember 13, 2011 at 6:12 PM

    A powerful message so simply yet effectively put. Mike Sutcliffe (Poetryman)

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  4. ScarletDecember 13, 2011 at 6:18 PM

    An interesting thought... Its actually more prevalent than we think it is ~ Sad but true ~

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  5. AlitaDecember 13, 2011 at 6:18 PM

    Mental illnesses run in my family. I understand this poem a little too well. :(

    Well written, though!

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  6. Pat HattDecember 13, 2011 at 6:48 PM

    So if I rhyme with no reason, does that mean I'm ill?..haha

    Really though yeah seen it up close more than I ever wanted too, so true it does not discriminate.

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  7. MaryDecember 13, 2011 at 7:13 PM

    You speak the truth here!

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  8. colleenDecember 13, 2011 at 8:10 PM

    I followed him to the emergency room too say I care. I wonder about the word "lover."

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  9. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerDecember 13, 2011 at 8:12 PM

    It is indeed an equal opportunity lover--nicely done!

    Audrey
    @AudreyHowitt

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  10. Joanne Young ElliottDecember 13, 2011 at 8:18 PM

    Unfortunately that is true. Mental illness does not discriminate, but I always wonder what it is they see...is it the reality we don't see?

    Nicely done.

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  11. AnonymousDecember 13, 2011 at 9:11 PM

    Very chilling, well done. K.

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  12. Ann GrenierDecember 13, 2011 at 9:57 PM

    So sad to consider. We all know such a man or woman. Especially difficult at this time of year. Good poem Ayala.

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  13. mrs mediocrityDecember 13, 2011 at 10:55 PM

    yes, a hard, hard truth.
    well penned.

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  14. SheilaDecember 13, 2011 at 11:19 PM

    no judgement only acceptance - my fav line. your descriptions are striking.

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  15. ClaudiaDecember 14, 2011 at 12:53 AM

    ugh..i sit speechless.. so well written ayala..your heart shines through..

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  16. AnonymousDecember 14, 2011 at 2:43 AM

    This is chilling but so well done. You give voice to those who march to a different drummer. Lest we forget...how close we all are to madness and despair, at least...at times.

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  17. kaykualaDecember 14, 2011 at 6:19 AM

    Mental illness is deceptive as physically it doesn't show. It's frightening when violence is involved. Worst when we can't assign blame except shout 'insanity'. Great write!

    Hank

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  18. Steve KingDecember 14, 2011 at 6:37 AM

    Ayala, The details give life to this. So much in so few words. It's great to see someone taking on this real life scenario. Keep up your fine work!

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  19. Laurie KolpDecember 14, 2011 at 8:54 AM

    It seems a lot of that is going on these days. I love the way you ended it.

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  20. James RainsfordDecember 14, 2011 at 10:43 AM

    Intense and brilliantly observed.

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  21. VictoriaDecember 14, 2011 at 12:45 PM

    Strong write, Ayala. No, it does not discriminate and it's a ruthless lover. Nicely portrayed.

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  22. BaishaliDecember 14, 2011 at 1:12 PM

    such a brilliant write, dear lady. You have a beautiful heart and that keeps shining throught your poems.

    and thank you so much for all your support. take my love and wishes.

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  23. LauraDecember 14, 2011 at 4:11 PM

    oh that final line...too true, and so much heart break.

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  24. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:29 AM

    A sad place, Brian.

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  25. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:30 AM

    Thank you, Talon. Your thoughts are true.....

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  26. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:31 AM

    Thank you, Mike.

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  27. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:31 AM

    Heaven...it is sad and true. Thank you.

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  28. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:32 AM

    I am sorry, Alita. It's heartbreaking at times. I wish you well and thank you.

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  29. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:33 AM

    You are funny, Pat. :)

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  30. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:33 AM

    Thank you, Mary.

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  31. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:35 AM

    Colleen....that's the way it was in my head....

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  32. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:35 AM

    Thank you, Audrey.

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  33. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:36 AM

    Thank you, Joanne. So many questions unanswered.

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  34. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:36 AM

    Thank you, Karin.

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  35. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:37 AM

    Thank you, Ann. We all know someone...that's true.

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  36. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:37 AM

    Thank you, Kelly.

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  37. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:38 AM

    Thank you, Sheila.

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  38. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:38 AM

    Thank you, Claudia.

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  39. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:39 AM

    Thank you, Jackie. I love your thoughts on this.

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  40. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:39 AM

    Thank you, Hank.

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  41. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:40 AM

    Thank you, Steve. I appreciate it.

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  42. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:40 AM

    Thank you, Laurie.

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  43. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:41 AM

    Thank you, James.

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  44. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:41 AM

    Thank you, MZ.

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  45. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:41 AM

    Thank you, Victoria.

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  46. ayalaDecember 15, 2011 at 4:43 AM

    Dear Baishali, thank you. You always extend your kindness to me and I am touched by it.

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  47. LeslieDecember 15, 2011 at 12:15 PM

    i think this is one of your best pieces... the pain and the empathy meted out in equal measure...

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  48. StaciaDecember 15, 2011 at 2:23 PM

    And mental illness can seem so innocuous at times, when it's always serious. Always, always serious.

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  49. Rachel HoytDecember 15, 2011 at 11:38 PM

    Great poem! Such true words. Mental illness takes who it takes. :(

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  50. LaurenDecember 16, 2011 at 11:57 AM

    sometimes there is no rhyme or reason. Sad.

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  51. Becky SainDecember 16, 2011 at 7:53 PM

    Really nice. Thank you for sharing this.

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  52. Other MaryDecember 17, 2011 at 5:55 AM

    Oh, so straight forward, sad and lovely and true. I like this so very much.

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  53. ayalaDecember 17, 2011 at 6:14 AM

    Thank you, Leslie. I appreciate it.

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  54. ayalaDecember 17, 2011 at 6:14 AM

    Stacia...it truly is.

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  55. ayalaDecember 17, 2011 at 6:15 AM

    Thank you, Rachel.

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  56. ayalaDecember 17, 2011 at 6:15 AM

    Lauren, it's sad for everyone that it touches and their loved ones.....

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  57. ayalaDecember 17, 2011 at 6:16 AM

    Thank you, Becky.

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  58. ayalaDecember 17, 2011 at 6:16 AM

    Thank you, Mary.

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  59. ayalaDecember 17, 2011 at 6:19 AM

    Thank you, Laura.

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  60. Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being RudriDecember 18, 2011 at 10:37 PM

    The nuances of mental illness are sometimes unrecognizable. Blending in while knowing something isn't right is a hard life to live. Succinct poetry with powerful message Ayala.

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