Index Offence and The Sea 0f Myself by Richard Marriott

Index Offence

My Index offence

Was a pretence

A trick of the mind

Perceived and believed

I have no defence

I’m guilty as charged

It was me in psychosis

They say I’ll be well

At least that’s the prognosis

I was mad I had lost it

I was in a red mist

The events of that night

Took a horrible twist

In trying to save

The ones that I loved

We all nearly died

Covered in blood

Because mental illness

Is such a curse

It’s only by chance

That I write this verse

God willing never again

To go through such trauma and pain

And so a little prayer

Offered up

So never to drink

From the same cup

And may I find peace

And all such madness

Would utterly cease

And so to it never happening again

I offer this prayer

In hope and not in vain

Please please god

Keep me sane

Amen

THE SEA OF MYSELF

A treacherous sea throws me this way and that

Pitched and tossed on waves of anxiety

Carried on currents of stress

Awash with nervous tension

Pounded on to the shore

A personality broken and bruised

Clawing my way slowly up the beach

Tired fatigued exhausted

Then still then still

Then my eyes open

A nightmarish dream

And as I look around

Reality takes hold

The day begins

And I start to drown in the sea of myself