Mental Illness

by Michael D Nalley   Jan 4, 2009


Woe to the world full of ills
Business to those selling pills
Problems for us who can't cope
Possibly they are our only hope

Needing a substance to make us whole
Is a poor substitute for a troubled soul
Chemicals in the water they're in the air
Go to the other side of the world they are there

Some believe we have tipped the scales
Other believe the scientist tell tales
There is one thing for certain I am sure
Nature works alone when it is pure

Where it will all end up no one can tell
Some already live in a man-made hell
How much can we take before we've had our fill?
Before we find a cure for the mentally ill?

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  • 15 years ago

    by Sherry Lynn

    Michael,

    You have no idea how deep this poem reaches out at this time for me. Woe to the world is right! I love how you reach in and cry out loud over the man made chemicals that we insist upon digesting daily.

    If only we would listen to the weary cries and once more intake the pure breathes that mother nature had offered before man polluted her pureness then maybe mental illness would not be so wide spread.

    ~~Sher

  • 15 years ago

    by kelleyana

    ""Woe to the world full of ills
    Business to those selling pills
    Problems for us who can't cope
    Possibly they are our only hope."

    The very start of this poem caught my attention. A very delicate subject. I remember wrote a manuscript and my editor will only accept if i erase a part of it that who gained the real benefits for medication. I sincerely think that there are not always an answer to every question, neither a medication for every illness. Today the laboratories done a great job, yet it pretends to find remedies for every illness. Do they have a reason? What we should know is that, since our minds controls our bodies, an ill mind cannot have a sound body, so before turning to 'miracle medication", concentrates on what went wrong in our bodies. Yes medications does help, but the moment it's the only solution we found, that where addiction can be started. Very well done, 5/5, Kel.

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