Our NHS

 

Let me say here that this "poem" - if poem it be - is not autobiographical nor is it about anyone I know but it is the view of an onlooker.  The first seven lines I wrote last April and I added the extra lines a few days ago.

 

Fears abound
Fears around
Uncertainty a cloud
Thundering loud
I hide my eyes
I hear no cries
Yet still I know
A life so low
Drips slowly down
A smirking clown
Mocks even this
Our NHS
A killer is

 

You may wonder why I suddenly bring in the NHS at the end of the poem.  I guess it's because the Carr family has lived with the effects of lack of treatment for 18 months.  Also on-line I have met many others who have suffered in similar potentially deadly ways.

I was uncertain about using the last line but, through lack of treatment or inappropriate treatment, to some - and I stress "some" - mental health patients the NHS is a killer. 

If you are unhappy with the last line then you can substitute the line below:

So much amiss