States of mind

Black walls absorbing light

The crushing claustrophobic state

of a mind beset by demon blight

a psyche left to reap its fate


From every side the barbs pierce

Soft flesh, the tenderest of tears

Are drawn from eyes so oft rehearsed

By time, the wearying of years


So broken now the mind recoils,

From barbarous sights, the horrors seen

On battle field, the bloody toil

What nightmares where this man has been


Yet still there is a spark of hope

In human heart the endless love

That is the core that helps us cope

When death pale winged floats above.


About Autistic writing

Im 46, autistic and vocal about it, a specialist autism mentor in higher education, embarking on my MEd in adult autism, autistic advocate and campaigner, writer and co-founder of asP - the autism strategy partnership #differentnotdamaged #askaboutasP

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