Concerned For Your Mental State (Poem For A Friend)

There’s madness in your “poetry”

I searched for a trace of sanity

but there was none there to be found

you ramble on, endlessly babbling

You fill your blog pages with things

that have me truly wondering

What knocked you off the

rails again,

I’d reach out to help you

if I had a clue where to even begin

By: J.N.R Dutton

Unlikely Patient

A Dr. had a certain patient on his ward that was new, they’d never met before

as he got to know him more, the patient really struck a chord,

The Doc was struck first by the fact

that the kid was in a mental institution at only age eight

The Doc thought no kid should have so much on his emotional plate

that they end up that way

He knew it’s hard enough for an adult,

but a kid has got to be feeling crushed by so much weight

He knew parents should be there for kids, to carry them through,

that no child should feel like they’ve got no one to turn to

By:J.N.R Dutton

Mental Health

When someone is clearly in cognitive/

mental health decline

It does them no favors to turn a blind eye

& pretend everything is fine

 Even if you’re doing it just to be polite

It’s still not alright

By:J.N.R Dutton

Some people are afraid to address mental health issues because they don’t want to be “offensive” but if you know someone struggling w/a cognitive impairment, it NEEDS to be addressed, & if possible treated.



Wandering Mind

He was a brilliant poet once,

he wore it like a crown

but ever since the accident

his mind wanders too much now

though he may write a line or two

that’s all that he can get through

His Dr’s tell him he’ll never be the same

but he’s still hoping for healing 

like a desert hopes for rain

By: J.N.R Dutton



Sometimes I read things written w/literally no coherency

Passed off as poetry, it’s always irritated me

There should be at least some sanity

In the words put to the page

I understand not every poem will rhyme

Sometimes even mine don’t,

but there should still be some kind

of stable flow, these days though

it seems like some people

try to pawn off disorganized 

schizophrenic thoughts as art

I can’t pander to it, I won’t

By: J.N.R Dutton



The Mask

We all know someone like this

He puts on a mask, a confident charismatic charade

Every day, that says he’s got it together,that he’s

got it made but if you took even the dull edge of a blade

and cut it away, peeled back the disguise

I can tell you what you’d find, something anyone

can relate to and recognize… a man struggling

with pain, wrestling with his own mind,

He won’t tell you of the many nights he’s cried

Afraid to tell anyone what he’s dealing with

or feeling inside

By: J.N.R Dutton