Where The Whisperers Are

by Paul Tristram / July 12th, 2020

The anti-psychotic medication
is driving me crazy…
all Channels
and Communication
is BLOCKED!
My periods have started
thinning-out,
and I’ve car-crashed
straight into anorexia again.
I only self-harm
when I choose to, myself
… no gimmick, or tantrum…
it’s deeper, personal
… a business
not for the noses of others.
I just want off this zombie ward,
home to my little council flat,
with its salt-lined windows,
and jars of bent nails…
so I can crawl into the Hive,
ladder-climb down
the Well of my Soul…
and make my [SAFE] way
back to where The Whisperers are.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ published by Close To The Bone Publishing is available to purchase right here Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, July 12th, 2020 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.