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St. Ironic’s Haven.

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In Saint Ironic’s hospital, all cases need its haven;
but it’s not a place for the chicken-hearted, not a place for the craven.
Of the heroes that live in there – it’s said that they are raving
And the inquisitors who work in there,
have somehow convinced themselves
It’s souls they are saving.

There’s a man who is dementing whose life from here on in is just a gamble.
Thoughts so faint and powdery they’re snuffed out like the flame of a candle.
All he wants is dignity; respect for what he is
What he doesn’t need are four bare walls
And a mother who will not kiss.

Is the haven a refuge?
Is it safe to stay?
Can it be a refuge,
For a mind in disarray?
People are sent in there
with their ugly thoughts and hurts
Is the haven a refuge,
or a dustpan for our dirt?

There’s a melancholic lady
her sadness tears and is unmasked by her fatigue
Her world so overwhelming,
that she takes in extra sorrow as she breathes.
What she thinks she wants, she doesn’t need
but St. Ironic fuels her greed
and feeds itself on madness and her grief.

Talked with a man in there who has his own version of reality.
He thought he had friends who cared
but they just confirmed his insanity.
He wants someone to listen to him,
needs purpose to his life.
But St. Ironic’s whispers
are frighteningly insistent
when they suggest his friends were right.

“Doctor listen to me, I’m frustrated with my life.”
“Doctor listen to me, I’m angry at my wife.”
“Doctor listen to me, my kids won’t stop their crying”
“Doctor listen to me my job is on the line.”
He only asks the doc to listen
Knowing all along that he can’t do much
Can see the blade glisten,
So close now, all he wants is to feel the metal touch.
The haven vows without a hint of salvation through its doors;
his veins stand full and proud – quietly honest to the core.

Is St Ironic a saviour?
Is he on your side?
Can he serve society
and still be your ally?
Ugly thoughts and crazy actions,
he’ll tell you they aren’t real,
he’ll show you and entreat you,
but will that alter how you feel?

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By Pete Aki'i

Hello there... I'm Pete Akinwunmi, aspiring poet, singer, harmonica player, saxophonist, sports psych & erstwhile rugby player. On this site you’ll find my writings in the form of poems and song lyrics (a few of both accompanied by video footage) expressing my love of words, word play and fun expressing personal psychological insights related to being the best you can be or at least as happy as possible with what you are.

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