Akathisia

[Mark Cecil]

Akathisia

Antipsychotics
Have reduced me to
A wraith of myself
Now hobbling about
Around and around

I have Hermes’ shoes
I keep on flying
No time for stopping
All day on this ward
Around and around

My legs can't cease like
Hephaestus'
Great automatons
Locked in their cycle
Around and around

I’m now a fixture
To staff and patients
Who stare at my gait
As the clock hands tick
Around and around

Can I escape this?
Will I get better?
Or am I stuck here
In this trance, going
Around and around

Akathisia (first edition)

Antipsychotics
Have reduced me to
a wraith of myself
Now hobbling about
Around and around

I have Hermes’ feet
For I never stop
I keep on strolling
On this ward all day
Around and around

I cannot stop myself
My legs do not cease
Like a steam train’s rod
Locked in its cycle
Around and around

I’m now a fixture
To staff and patients
Who glare at my gait
As the clock ticks by
Around and around

Can I escape this?
Will I get better?
Or I’m I stuck here
In first gear, going:
Around and around