Short poem-"Biscuits, Milk and Tea"

[Grand Puppeteer]

Since I was I child
In my mind I'd often steal
To a cutesey little fantasy
which was not the least bit real

I was the only one who'd see
all else would leave or stare
As I'd have biscuits, milk and tea
with a man who wasn't there.

I agreed with all the doctors,
I knew my friends did not exist
but that didn't mean they couldn't
talk; that was a fact they missed.

So they put me in between four walls
served four small meals with care
three came from the kitchen halls
one from a man who wasn't there

I kept my little world away
kept reality from mind
and they finally let me free
They certainly weren't my kind;

These people dressed in white
they said my health was getting fairly
better, but I wouldn't trust them
'cause they're all imaginary

Now they'll call me normal
say the mental scars will heal
So he says over tea, milk and biscuits;
the man who isn't real.


Inspired by a considerably shorter poem by Hugh Mearns: 'As I walked upon the stair/I met a man who wasn't there/he wasn't there again today/O how I wish he'd go away'

[Bobthepenguin]

Rock on. Very surreal. I likes it.

[Clareon Wolfeyes]

The voices in my head quite enjoyed that.

[Kallysti]

I, too, still have talks with the man who isn't there. The "others" just don't understand.

Really, though, this speaks to me (pun sort of intended, lol). Good work.