The peacemaker

PRISONER IN TIME.

Grotesque and warped were his paintings,
Reflections that flowed from his mind
The colours, like brilliant explosions
Were neurons bombarding his brain
His poetic words were all scrambled
No rhythm, no sense and no rhyme
This child once the pride of his parents,
Was now but a prisoner in time.

He saw not the bars on his window
As his eyes gazed out o’er the land
Seeing forests, the streams, and the mountains
All ablaze with those colours so grand.
There he saw a child in his vision
He watched as he laughed and he played
For one moment he almost remembered
But that moment soon faded away.

Someone came to visit this morning
Or was it last year? Would he know?
For time to him has no meaning
Last month was a moment ago.
His room, three by three was a prison;
A room where he lived locked in time
Padded walls were his only companions
In their corners he’d hide from his mind.

Now somewhere out there in the suburbs
In a house, unobtrusive and plain
His parents work tireless together
Sharing love, their suffering, their pain;
There the man stands beside his beloved
One kiss, then releasing his hug,
He walks out, to deliver the pamphlets
In their endless war against drugs………