Hogmanay in a mental home;
We sip our drinks and weakly
Wish one another glad tidings.
Sing Auld Lang Syne
For the schizophrenia patient
We used to know.
Fireworks outside: I get upset,
And they decide it's better for me
If I am sedated tonight.
A new year means nothing,
No new calendar upon the wall.
It isn't me who makes my plans.
How many of these tedious 'years' must I suffer
As they cheerfully introduce themselves to me?
My quiet brain laments its absent friend.
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